To Sing the Blues (Roger Himler and Charles Kennedy) Lived alone for so long, That's why I sing these sad old songs, Lord, I'm tired of being inspired, To sing the blues. cho: Gimme one, gimme two, Of these low-down dirty blues, Come on and sing along. Evil women, nasty wine, Boss man bitchin' all the time, Seems to me it's my destiny, To sing the blues. (Bridge) And when I die or become a star, Won't you bury me with my guitar. Big ol' bankroll fat and round, A dozen ladies all 'cross town, That's the key. Then I won't need, To sing the blues. Copyright Roger Himler and Charles Kennedy RH APR99
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