They're all blues All shades, all hues, all blues The sea, the sky, the you and I The sea, the sky, for you and I I'll know we're all blues All Shades, all hues, all blues Some blues are sad But some are glad, Dark-sad or bright-gald

The rhythm keeps me living There's a sad song singer coming With the rockabilly blues But have you heard the news I took a tour to Texas And from Waco I called you But day by day, no answer And I'm Big Bluebonnet blue I'm singing and they're dancing

(Why?, why?, why?) Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues (Why?, why?) My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Oh, can't get a job

But it's funny how I'm still here, With the government and yesterday's news I've been here so long, through the sadness and the blues I've been here so long through the sadness and the blues I can't see no reason why I can't retain success I just need a

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

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

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

Please come home for Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad New Years Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs will be singing Silent Night Christmas carols by candlelight If not

Oh whata' groomy day in Newport'verything is sad, sad, sad Yes what a groomy day in Newport everything is sad, sad. You know it's a groomy day in Newport One awhile a time to have a hand What gonna happened to my music What gonna happened to the song Bis

I am a master hunter I cured my skin, now nothing gets in Nothing not as hard as it tries I have some news You're not sad, you look for the blues You want a woman cause you want to be saved Well I'll tell you that I got a little lot on my plate Well if