Blues About You BabyWell, it's finally sinkin' in, you ain't comin' back
I'll get my old guitar down off the rack
And sing the blues about you, baby, sing the blues about you, baby
It's really bringin' me down, I'm just mopin' around
I got the blues about you, baby
Well, the hardest thing honey 'bout havin' the blues
Like walkin' the floor in a dead man's shoes
Money HoneyMoney honey
Got to get some quick
Cause this little pile I got won't do the trick
Money honey
Money's what she wants
If I don't find some fast
I might find her gone
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I walked down to the river
Stood on the shore
Seems like the devil's always tryin'
To get in my door
Just when I thought I
Couldn't take it anymore
Special Love SongHere it is, baby
Your own special love song
All about what it's like
Just being with you
Like touching your lips
With the tips of my fingers
Looking up close
Why MeI met her in a night club over on the lower east side
I was workin' with my head down tryin' to keep the groove alife
She looked like a bunny out of Playboy magazine
I just had to meet her; she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen
She had high heel boots, blonde hair and big blue eyes
The way she was movin' to the music had me hypnotized
I ran up to her, said "Baby, what's your name?"