Blues fit the downtown, blues fit the city,
Blues fit the suburbs, where lawns and girls are pretty.
Blues fall on my block, blues fall on yours.
Blues fit ya drinkin' Budweiser or Coors.
I know that blues hit the Chevy man, blues hit the Ford,
I hear that blues hit the Dodge Ram, ain't owned one before.
Ran into the blues drivin' on your street,
Shook hands with the blues where the church people meet.
Stepped in some blues walkin' on the wet sand,
Hit a bump of blues drivin' home on dry land.
Blues got no boundaries, blues got no place,
Blues got no color, religion or race.
If you've got the blues, then you're never alone,
But I'll tell you what to do when you find 'em at home.
You got to sing out the blues, you got to send 'em on their way,
You got to sing out the blues, if you don't, they'll just stay.
If you sing out the blues, they won't stay in your heart,
You got to sing out the blues, that's a good place to start.
You got to sing out the blues, you got to send 'em on their way,
You got to sing out the blues, if you don't, they'll just stay.
And here's a little secret, as you send 'em on their way,
Though I'm singin' the blues, I ain't listening today.
And here's a little secret, as you send 'em on their way,
Though I'm singin' out the blues, I don't hear what they say.
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And the thing you got to do is to sing out the blues!
©2020 Jeffrey Brent Clifton (BMI)
(First draft-Words and Music Mar-2006)
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