Blues my naughty sweety
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There are blues that you get from worry
There are blues that you get from pain
And there’re blues when you’re lonely for your one and only
The blues that you can never explain
Oh there are blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues that can be
Are the sort of blues that’s on my mind
They’re the very meanest kind
The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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Oh, they’re blues you get from women
when you see ‘em goin’ swimmin’ and you haven’t got a bathin’ suit yourself
There are blues that start to flicker
when you had a lot of liquor and someone goes and takes it off the shelf
There are blues you get from sittin’ on the dock,
and you wonderin’ if your little boat is gonna rock
Blues you keep a gettin’ in a taxicab
a pettin’ every time you hear the meter jump the clock
And there are blues you get from cryin’
when your uncle Will is dyin’ and he afterwards forgets you in his will
There are blues you get from kisses
when you are walkin’ with the missus and another baby shouts, “Hey!!”
Blues that kinda make you hop and really shake and shiver,
kinda make you want to end it all in the river
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Let me hear it again
Oh, blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Just one more time!
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Yeah!