TO SING THE BLUES

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. CHO:

(Bridge)
And when I die or become a star,
Won't you bury me with my guitar. CHO:

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. CHO:

by Roger Himler and Charles Kennedy

May your holidays be blessed. Thanks Dick and Susan!

Roger in Baltimore