Sing a song sweet music man 'cause I won't be there To hold your hand like I used to, I'm through with you You're a heck of a singer and powerful man but you surround yourself With people who demand so little of you You touched my soul with your

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be