Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me
There are blues that you get from loneliness
And there are blues that you get from pain
And there're blues when you are lonely for your one and only
Blues that are hard to explain
And there are blues that you get from longing
But the meanest, the meanest blues that be
They're the tha' I got on my mind
Blues that are the meanest kind
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me... oh!
They're blues you get from women when you see them goin' swimmin' and you haven't got a bathin' suit yourself
There are blues you get from squeakin' when youv had a lot of liquor and someone goes and takes it off the shelf
There are blues you get from stabdin' on the dock, and you wonderin' if your little boat is gonna rock
Blues you keep a gettin' in a taxicab a fretting every time you hear the meter on the clock
And there are blues you get from cryin' when your uncle Bill 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 some big bling shouts, "Hey, Bill!"
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
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Oh the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
And there are blues that you get from pain
And there're blues when you are lonely for your one and only
Blues that are hard to explain
And there are blues that you get from longing
But the meanest, the meanest blues that be
They're the tha' I got on my mind
Blues that are the meanest kind
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me... oh!
They're blues you get from women when you see them goin' swimmin' and you haven't got a bathin' suit yourself
There are blues you get from squeakin' when youv had a lot of liquor and someone goes and takes it off the shelf
There are blues you get from stabdin' on the dock, and you wonderin' if your little boat is gonna rock
Blues you keep a gettin' in a taxicab a fretting every time you hear the meter on the clock
And there are blues you get from cryin' when your uncle Bill 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 some big bling shouts, "Hey, Bill!"
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
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Oh the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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Writer(s): Arthur Swanstrom, Carey Morgan, Chas Mccarron
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