The Blues Is A Lady

I was born, I will die
That’s the truth, that’s no lie
I am black, I am white,
country sun, city nights


And I’m not the first one to hear her cry
The Blues is a baby, I’m her lullaby
And I’m not the last one who’ll take her hand
The Blues is a lady, I’m her man

I have come, I will go
What that means, I don’t know
All I want, when I’m gone,
Let them say he played blues songs



The delta, Chicago, New Orleans
Can you hear the blues she’s seen
The west coast, Texas, New York lights,
somebody, somewhere has got the blues tonight


Peter White © 2006 , All Rights Reserved.