Blues for the Weepers
The gay lights of glamour
They're darkened by drama
By the blues that I sing
The soft singing sisters
The torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
The soft lights are glowing
The champagne is flowing
In each customer's eye, there's a gleam
They're the weary and the weepless
The sad-eyed and the sleepless
They just come to listen, and to dream
Now the black of the night
Rings of blues in the night
Somehow they both seem to belong
They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones
The real hip hooray ones
They hang on to every word of my song
'Cause I sing about their drama
Their fast fading glamour
And the blues that I sing is their theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
Said the black of the night
Brings the blues in the night
Somehow they seem to belong
They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones
The real hip hooray ones
They hang on to every word of my song
'Cause I sing of their drama
Their fast fading glamour
The blues that I sing is their theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
Blues for the weepers
They just come to listen and dream
The soft singing sisters
The torch bearing misters
They come to listen and dream
Blues for the weepers
Blues for the weepers
They just come to listen and dream
They're darkened by drama
By the blues that I sing
The soft singing sisters
The torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
The soft lights are glowing
The champagne is flowing
In each customer's eye, there's a gleam
They're the weary and the weepless
The sad-eyed and the sleepless
They just come to listen, and to dream
Now the black of the night
Rings of blues in the night
Somehow they both seem to belong
They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones
The real hip hooray ones
They hang on to every word of my song
'Cause I sing about their drama
Their fast fading glamour
And the blues that I sing is their theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
Said the black of the night
Brings the blues in the night
Somehow they seem to belong
They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones
The real hip hooray ones
They hang on to every word of my song
'Cause I sing of their drama
Their fast fading glamour
The blues that I sing is their theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
They just come to listen and dream
Blues for the weepers
They just come to listen and dream
The soft singing sisters
The torch bearing misters
They come to listen and dream
Blues for the weepers
Blues for the weepers
They just come to listen and dream
Credits
Writer(s): M. Rich, L. Magid
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