BIG CITY BLUES
Words and music by Con Conrad, Sidney D. Mitchell, and Archie Gottler, ©1929.
As sung by Annette Hanshaw

Just think, tonight is Thanksgiving.
Ev'ryone's going somewhere.
Nobody knows that I'm living.
They pass me by.
I wonder why.

I'm all alone.
Ev'ry night, how I moan,
And how I fight those big city blues!
I walk for miles,
Place to place; no one smiles
To help me chase those big city blues.

I'm like a little tot who needs a lot
Of tenderness and care.
All I've got is just a lot
Of sorrow and despair.

Won't someone please talk to me.
Don't refuse; hear my plea,
And help me lose those big city blues.

Each evening at six p.m.,
Lights light and I look at them.
I'm hoping that some nice person will meet me, greet me.
Before I know it, it's twelve o'clock.
I feel like jumpin' right off the dock
Because I haven't found a person to cheer me, beer(?) me.
No one ever comes near me.

I'm all alone.
Ev'ry night, how I moan,
And how I fight those big city blues!
I just walk for miles,
Place to place; no one smiles
To help me chase those big city blues.

Won't you please talk to me?
Don't refuse; hear my plea
And help me lose those mean old big city blues.


[There are several other songs with the same title.]