Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

And maybe I'll get lucky tonight Find me a girl, take my heartache away Sad, sad blues I'll see you another day, wouldn't that be so fine? Maybe I'll get lucky tonight She left about three weeks ago A single man is a new thing But I've been here before

I don't want to fade away In your heart I want to stay Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you? Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back? Give me one more day, please I'd gladly do it because I'd gladly do it 'cause Give me one more day

Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Let the warm air melt these blues away Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of And this emptiness in my heart

And we roll it Rock the blues away Up all night and day Drink the night away Until the light of day And we rock it And we're laughing And we're joking We won't get the blues because we

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

The last, the last, the last The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Let's see how deep we get The last blues we're ever gonna have I'm just a full tank away from freedom These are the last blues we're ever

Paycheck, won't you take my blues away? Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday And it's work, work, work And I need a break Won't you take my blues away? Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk Burning a hole I'm gonna spend it, yeah 'Cause I

I keep drinking malted milk, Trying to drive my blues away. Malted milk, malted milk, Keep rushing to my head. And I have a funny, funny feeling Baby, fix me one more drink And hug your daddy one more time. My doorknob keeps on turning, There must be