Then we'd travel far to some big shining star Just you and my guitar And stay there sweetheart for always I lose my blues Only when I'm with you No one else can do You're in my heart to stay And when I'm gone and I'm all alone I'll be singing this song

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

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

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

You damn right, I've got the blues From my head down to my shoes I stopped by my daughter's house You know I just want to use the phone I can't win, 'cause I don't have a thing to lose You know my new grandbaby came to the door And said, granddaddy, you

One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be ok tomorrow One shot for my pain Now greetings to the world 'Cause my job got me going nowhere So I ain't got a thing to lose Take me to a place where I don't care This is me and my liquor store blues

And I can't even close my eyes. And my baby, she can't be found. I believe this is the end. Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock in the morning Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied. I've looked all around me I've looked all

For me there ain't no escape from the blues Well I can see I was born to lose Well someone made a mistake When they said life was a bowl of fruit You know I had to go downtown And pawn my last suit You know I was born to lose You know I haven't seen or

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

When you lose that old no good money, you sit around with your head hung down You know I once was a gambler, boy, but I lost my money soon Yes, I once was a gambler, boy, but I lost my money soon Yes, I lost all of my money some other, some other gambler