B-L-U-E (Oh!)
Hey there, neighbor! I'll mow your lawn
I'll get the paper when you are gone
I'll feed the poodle, let out the cat
I'll keep things running till you get back
I'm only asking for a smile
And a wave hello once in a while
Because I'm sad, sad, sad, sad
I'm got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
Hey, Broken-hearted! Tell me why you're crying
Was he a cheater? Did you catch him lying?
I've got a shoulder and you look tired
Cuddle up and feed your problems to my fire
I'll crack a joke and make you smile
Help you forget him for a while
But I am sad, sad, sad, sad
I've got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
I've got a circle of friends and I'm square with God
I make enough to get by but, buddy, what I'm missing can't be bought
I want to blow this world apart and find the core
'Cause I'm sick of kicking at the door
When you're stranded on the side of the road
You've got my number; you can call my phone
I'll come running with what little I know
I can change a flat or we can laugh while you get towed
I'm making service my life
Because nobody else should have to feel like
"I am sad, sad, sad, sad"
I've got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
I've got the B-L-U-E-I've got 'em
B-L-U-E-Oh! I've got 'em
B-L-U-E-Yes, I've got the blues
I've got the blues
I'll get the paper when you are gone
I'll feed the poodle, let out the cat
I'll keep things running till you get back
I'm only asking for a smile
And a wave hello once in a while
Because I'm sad, sad, sad, sad
I'm got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
Hey, Broken-hearted! Tell me why you're crying
Was he a cheater? Did you catch him lying?
I've got a shoulder and you look tired
Cuddle up and feed your problems to my fire
I'll crack a joke and make you smile
Help you forget him for a while
But I am sad, sad, sad, sad
I've got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
I've got a circle of friends and I'm square with God
I make enough to get by but, buddy, what I'm missing can't be bought
I want to blow this world apart and find the core
'Cause I'm sick of kicking at the door
When you're stranded on the side of the road
You've got my number; you can call my phone
I'll come running with what little I know
I can change a flat or we can laugh while you get towed
I'm making service my life
Because nobody else should have to feel like
"I am sad, sad, sad, sad"
I've got 'em bad, bad, bad, bad
I've got the blues
I've got the B-L-U-E-I've got 'em
B-L-U-E-Oh! I've got 'em
B-L-U-E-Yes, I've got the blues
I've got the blues
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ralph Foster
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