Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey, blue Here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath
and the scum brown bowl Blue Steel still begging but it's indistinct Someone's Hi-Fi drumming Jelly Roll Concrete concentration camp bashing in veins for peace Cold Blue
Lady called the blue boy, love, She took him home Made himself an idol, yes, So he turned to stone Like a pilgrim she travelled Ta place her flowers Before
Lady called the blue boy, love, she took him home Made himself an idol, yes, so he turned to stone Like a pilgrim she traveled to place her flowers Before
I?ve got a blue motel room with a blue bedspread I?ve got the blues inside and outside my head Will you still love me When I call you up when I?m down
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy
and stay baby We don't need no piece of paper from the City Hall Keeping us tied and true My old man Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she'
Look out the left the captain said The lights down there, that's where we'll land I saw a falling star burn up above the Las Vegas sands It wasn't the
her Little Green, be a gypsy dancer He went to California Hearing that every thing's warmer there So you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue
Blue on blue, sky's in your eyes Steer you away like I wasn't here Where do you go when you fantasize That you wish I'd disappear Leave you to dreaming
sand For a lifetime full of dust Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew Your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Mr. Blue
I've got a blue motel room With a blue bedspread I've got the blues inside and outside my head Will you still love me When I call you up when I'm down
and the scum brown bowl Blue Steel still begging But it's indistinct Someone's Hi-Fi drumming Jelly Roll Concrete concentration camp Bashing in veins for peace Cold Blue
Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea betore Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey Blue, here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's
