out every nite And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day Remember that I promised I would Write you... These blue valentines blue valentines blue
Little boy blue Come blow your horn The dish ran away with the spoon Home again, home again Saturday morn Never gets up before noon She used to render
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall
deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But it's just an invitation to the blues And you
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did I've got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go
She wore red shoes by the news-stand As the rain splashed the nickel Spilled like chablis along the midway There's a little blue jay In a red dress,
Romeo is bleeding, not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car Puttin' out a cigarette in his
There's a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere There's a time for us Someday a time for us Time together
pretty blue gun No, that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of July's all done That some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
Eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side Charlie De lisle sittin' at the top of an avocado tree Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you
'm gonna die just a little more on each St. Valentine's day Don't you remember, I promised I would write you these blue valentines Blue valentines, blue
Little black girl, red dress Hot night with a broken shoe Little black girl, you shoulda never left home There's probably someone still waitin' up for
a pretty blue gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done just some fool playin' that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun
morning bird singing Blue skies over my head Give me another reason to get out of bed Blue skies shine on my face Give me another woman to take her place Blue
(Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan) The sky holds all our wishes The dish ran away with the spoon Chimney smoke ties the roofs to the sky There's a hole overhead
morning bird singing Blue skies over my head Give me another reason to get out of bed And blue skies shine on my face Give me another woman to take her place Blue
' heart out every nite and I die a little more on each st. valentine day remember that I promised I would write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue
