Walking the blues Man slow down We'll get there take your time don't walk so fast Stay on your roller I don't blame people Saying "rocking the blues" 'Cause man this is it Now I think I'll relax That's the way to relax

I've been down so long You know down don't bother me And cast 'em in the deep blue sea I work hard every day I come straight home at night I'm gonna cast all my worries And take 'em to the deep blue sea Gonna take all my troubles And no matter how hard I

Easy does it We're gonna take our time Girl we got all night No need to rush it Slow it on down, soak up this moment Let's just kick back and relax The night is early and the sky's still blue Ain't even got to where we're going to And you're nibblin' and

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

On the big, blue sky And wave bye bye From a long, black Cadillac Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac Feast your eyes So feast your eyes Pay the price Gotta roll those dice 'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals

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

(Entrego a Deus) Minha família, meu trabalho, minha vida, meus caminhos É assim que sou feliz Sonho com dias melhores, rezo pelo meu pais Minha fé, minha esperança Que derrame todo amor naqueles que não sabem amar Posso dizer que nasci nu, estou vestido

Something bring me right here Please see me through metaphors in blue I'm holding on for dear life I am hoping for a sign Not in a drink, not in a drift Hoping for a miracle I'm not equipped for this But I can't move until I choose I need a crystal ball

Well I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passenger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead he's been a long time gone Been a long time gone a long time gone If you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E you

Pretty little thing Sometimes you gotta look good And let the world see All the beauty that you're made of Nobody can tell Your my Virginia bluebell My Virginia bluebell 'Cause the way you hang you head Carrying the weight on the end of a limb