at the crossroads of Blue Avenue Hit and run hearts collide here True love passes through Looks like we've got a wreck babe Up on Blue Avenue Up on Blue Avenue Blue
blues for baby and me And the highway looks like it never did Lord it looks so sweet and so free And I can't forget that trip to the west Singing blues
Blue eyes Baby's got blue eyes Like a deep blue sea On a blue blue day Blue eyes Baby's got blue eyes When the morning comes I'll be far away And I say
win and who gets to lose? It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues And blues never fade away Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls But blues
Crime in the streets I read about it everyday in the papers Justice needs and justice wants But just in times, yes, too late here Feels like I wasn't
tonight Whose head rests upon the bed Could it be a close friend I knew so well Who seems to be so close to you instead Close to you instead I'm blue
She slid down to the city limits Monkey time in fifteen minutes Bite your lip, get up, get up and dance Don't let me down Please stick around Bite your
The last I heard of you You were somewhere on a cruise in the Mediterranean So imagine my surprise to see you very much alive In the English rain again
Sober in the morning light Things look so much different To how they looked last night A pale face pressed to an unmade bed Like flags of many nations
On a bench, on the beach Just before the sun had gone I tried to reach you Plain faced and falling fast You looked so vacant like an empty shell Whose
blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why they call it the blues
He was a light star Tripping on a high wire Bulldog stubborn, born uneven A classless creature, a man for all seasons But don't bet them They can't take
Torn from their families Mothers go hungry To feed their children But children go hungry There's so many big men They're out making millions When poverty
Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay `Cause progress here don't move with modern times There's nothing
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Now it was just like Frankie and Johnny And it was just like Stagger Lee Dolly Summers was a simple girl From a mid-west family With a stucco home and
He died when the house was empty When the maid had gone He put a pen to paper for one final song He wrote - Oh babe, it's the only way I know it's wrong
What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you're
