The Real Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I shoulda learned the blues guitar Slunk in the corner of a local bar Sweet home Chicago, but not that far Remember your shoes when you follow a star You can't sing, "My baby gone done me wrong" If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song And it don't make sense to sing, "I'm lonely and blue" As soon as she's gone, there's twenty more in the queue [Verse 2] I shoulda learned to blow the harp But blow the harp, your troubles start You bend the notes then fall apart Shut your mouth and mute your heart If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood [Chorus] Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues [Verse 3] I shoulda known to learn the sax To paper over the personal cracks To play a solitary note The loner's longest anecdote Singing, "Baby, come back" is the finest of arts He'll make it sound like it's direct from his heart He's pleading you're together but he's loving apart And you'll see straight through if you're quick and you're smart [Verse 4] I shoulda taught myself one tune That attracted folk from other room A party piece to woo the guests When neither looks nor words impress When singing, she's leaving, there's a crack in his voice 'Cause no one who left was ever offered the choice Baby returns all the flowers I sent 'Cause she's used to getting presents that are only to lend [Chorus] Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues [Bridge] So he sings of a love he could never quite find The soul I was searching, but never aligned I'm not short-sighted, but it's never been blind The love that he discovered wasn't her kind [Verse 5] I shoulda learned the eight-bar blues But first you gotta have enough to lose That loner with a boner ploy You gotta lose a girl before you're a bachelor boy So the truth comes out at the end of the song You can't sing it right if your life is so wrong The deepest blues and the saddest refrain Is locked up tight with a clock on your brain [Chorus] Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues Let's sing the real sad blues [Outro] (Real sad blues) You could spend all your life trying to master the beat (Real sad blues) 'Cause you can't feel the blues unless you've got wet feet (Real sad blues) Sing a real sad, real sad, ah (Real sad blues) Let's sing the real sad blues (Real sad blues) The money you blow, the trains that you miss (Real sad blues) You can't sing the blues if you're an Annie or Chris (Real sad blues) No better than the lurch, secretaries behind (Real sad blues) Lower than the fact than he acts it refined (Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues (Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues (Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues (Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues (Real sad blues) (Real sad blues) (Real sad blues) (Real sad blues)