The Blues

Sitting at the jukebox
Crying in the jook joint
Playing every sad song
'Cause my heart beats for you, boy
Whiskey on your lips
Now fills my cup
But empties my soul
I just can't get enough of the
Drama
Toxic
But I love your nonsense
I hate my conscience
She's right but I'm blinded
By you
I just can't see through
Don't know what to do

You give me the blues
I'm sick over you
You give me the blues
Don't know what to do
You give me the blues
I'm sick over you
You give me the blues
Don't know what to do

Oooh, Mama warned me
She said 'girl, run...
He's got a gun
And he'll shoot you with love'
Pierced me in my soul
Ricocheted my heart
Brain moving slow
And my life fell apart
Everything just stopped...
Stop
Let it play
I spend most days thinkin' 'bout
The old days spent with you
Don't know what to do
Oooh oooh

You give me the blues
I'm sick over you, you
You give me the blues
Don't know what to do
You give me the blues
I'm sick about you, baby
You give me the blues
Don't know what to do, baby

Blues
Blues
You give me the blues, baby
Baby



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Daniel Moore
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