And it's all over now, Baby Blue You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But whatever it is you think you need You better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

I'm driftin' and driftin', like a ship out on the sea My ship ain't got no captain, my ship ain't got no crew I look around for a savior to search me from the hungry sea Nobody seems to want me Except the wide and open sea Doin' that tide dare blow me

Oh don't leave me on my own Left me standing all alone Cut me down to size so I can fit inside Lies that will divide us both in time Don't leave me on my own I'm so tired of being alone These penitent walls are all I've known Songbird calling across the

You ain't never been blue; no, no, no, You ain't never been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh, "Go 'long blues". I always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye.

I'm crazy for thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying And I'm crazy for loving you I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy crazy for feeling so blue I knew that you'd love me as long as you wanted And then

Remember me to Roxy Anne You know she's still lovely The last time you saw me That you only saw the back of my head Southern Pacific Tell her I was on the move Red, white and blue Where are we running to? Over the wide plains

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of

I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my