Story of the blues

Everybody knows what the blues is all about.

It's a pain you can't live with.

It's a woman you can't live without.

Could have cried me a river

when they told me the news.

On that day was a story of the blues.

My baby she left me, my baby she's gone.

My sweet little angel

has spread her wings and flown.

Can't think of a reason for going on.

From this day I will play the blues.

They say a broken heart

can always mend.

Time is the healer and sadness will end.

But I've done so much crying,

when will I laugh again?

Till that day I will play the blues.