Peggy Sang the Blues
Peggy came to me in my sleep In the middle of the night
On a Friday night last week
She whispered
Hush, child, don't be scared I got me a few words of wisdom
That I came back to share
She said
It doesn't matter where you come from It matters where you go
No one gets to remember
All the things they didn't do
I said, Peggy, won't you stay here for a while
We can drink whiskey, we can play cards And we can get wild
She said, we'll play poker and we'll play for keys
I only play angels lately and they never let me cheat
It doesn't matter where you come from It matters where you go
No one gets to remember In this listless life
All the things they didn't do
And you can say I had a good start And you can say I had class
And you can say that I was born beneath a ceiling made of glass
But I always kept an open house And yeah, I always did right by my friends
And when it comes to St. Peter's Gate I told the people
Better times are coming
Better times ahead
No one gets to remember my deadliest child
So don't waste too long in bed, Peggy said
It doesn't matter where you come from
It matters where you go
No one gets to remember In this listless, loveless life
Of all the things they didn't do
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues
Peggy sang the blues
On a Friday night last week
She whispered
Hush, child, don't be scared I got me a few words of wisdom
That I came back to share
She said
It doesn't matter where you come from It matters where you go
No one gets to remember
All the things they didn't do
I said, Peggy, won't you stay here for a while
We can drink whiskey, we can play cards And we can get wild
She said, we'll play poker and we'll play for keys
I only play angels lately and they never let me cheat
It doesn't matter where you come from It matters where you go
No one gets to remember In this listless life
All the things they didn't do
And you can say I had a good start And you can say I had class
And you can say that I was born beneath a ceiling made of glass
But I always kept an open house And yeah, I always did right by my friends
And when it comes to St. Peter's Gate I told the people
Better times are coming
Better times ahead
No one gets to remember my deadliest child
So don't waste too long in bed, Peggy said
It doesn't matter where you come from
It matters where you go
No one gets to remember In this listless, loveless life
Of all the things they didn't do
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off
Peggy sang the blues
Peggy sang the blues
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Writer(s): Nora Harris
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