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Randy Newman & Paul Simon The Blues Lyrics
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Randy Newman & Paul Simon Lyrics The Blues Lyrics
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield
Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets
And selling himself for a dollar bag.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his Uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines and a sailor
oh.
He's got the blues
this boy has got the blues.
You can hear it in his music.
He's got the blues
this boy has got the blues.
You can hear it
you can hear it.
When I was nine years old my daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train
oh.
His little boy ran to the room
Where his piano lay in wait for him.
He played and he played
he played and he played.
He's got the blues
this boy has got the blues
You can hear it
you can hear it.
He's got the blues
this boy has got the blues.
A year ago
I met a girl
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped meand all we'd hit were the blues.
He's got the blues
this boy has got the blues.
You can hear it in his music.
He's got the blues
this boy has really got the blues.
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