I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

If I don't go crazy, honey, I'm going to lose my mind Well got up this morning, feeling 'round for my shoes Know about that, I got the walkin' blues I said I got up this morning, I was feeling 'round for my shoes I said you know about that now, I got the

You know we're just working on it We're working on it, working on it No leaderboard keeping score Long as you woke up this morning And see you're working on it It might be taking forever, but it's better than never Everybody got ugly, ugly I'm like, oh

I've got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead I say, I've got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead To pick up me a tombstone, and be pronounced dead When I read your letter this morning baby, that was in your place in

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

And baby I know you got your radio on Na na na na na na na And letting you go was wrong 'Cause I didn't know I needed you so I woke up again this morning And wouldn't you know it, pouring rain I went and burned a pot of coffee And like us I poured it

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of