Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway
' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues); They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo) Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues
't talk about me when I'm gone Baby, are you against me too? Had a great idea the other night Come, A, Ti, Yi, Yippie, baby Look out When the blue of
far and few But whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
work Everywhere Lots of money honey Gettin' your share The folks back home say They'd love to be in your shoes so How come you've got those Boomtown blues
found when it's due Sellin', tellin' tales of Lucy Blue Yeah Lucy Blue, one or two Just for you, hey yeah Tales of Lucy Blue
lean against your wall I gotta hit the road and keep on movin' I'm gonna roll and smoke and boogie and ball now Been abused, got my shoes, paid my dues, teachin' blues
My little blue-eyed Jane I love you so And when the sun goes down And the shadow's creeping over town Just meet me in the lane My blue-eyed Jane Janie
Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue I didn't know what I was gonna do The Communists were comin' around They was in the air, they were on the ground
my record player It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell your ma, tell your pa Our loves are gonna grow ooh wah, ooh wah" I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I saw it advertised one day, Bear mountain picnic was comin' my way. "come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife
only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged Tinsel covered Christmas blues Old Santa may have brought you Some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues
standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through Tangled up in blue
Johnny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are coming through And it's all over now, baby blue The highway
behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Easter time too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When
Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when its Nine below zero And
