The Blues

Randy Newman & Paul Simon - Pop, Singer-Songwriter
The Blues
3 Plays
Duration: 3:05
Lyrics
[Part I] [Verse 1: Randy Newman] He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the city street and selling his ass for a dollar bag [Verse 2: Randy Newman] He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy Locked up in a prison out in Oregon He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines and a sailor, oh [Chorus: Randy Newman] He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear it [Part II] [Verse 1: Paul Simon] When I was nine years old My daddy ran away With a woman he met on a train, oh His little boy ran to the room Where his piano lay in wait for him He played and he played He played and he played [Chorus: Randy Newman & Paul Simon] He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear it He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues [Verse 2: Paul Simon] A year ago, I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove But she dumped me And all we'd hit were the blues [Guitar Solo] [Chorus: Randy Newman] He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's really got the blues
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Credits
- Writers
- Randy Newman