A Man Who Sang the Blues
I once heard a man who played the blues,
Whose voice told of unhappy news
His old lady left him at heartache hotel.
Hit the bottle to forget her womanly smell
Played his guitar with sunken eyes,
Strummed the chords that told of goodbyes
From within him a beautiful song arose,
But it was around him that a quiet crowd arose
They listened to every word he sang,
And heard the strings when they rang
No one dared to make a sound
The woes of his lost love filled the air around
They all loved him for what he wrote
A brokenhearted poem with a musical note
And there were only two who hated the song
The man, and the woman he had sung of all along
She stood in the back and saw those who listened
People with tears in their eyes that glistened
And although she was deep within the crowd,
Her only company was the voice of the blues, heard so loud
Realized the story told of her leaving
The pain she caused, his drunken grieving
The blues player and the woman cried with everyone
But the tears wouldn’t stop even after the song was done
Sings the tale of the sorrow of a broken heart
How sad it is, to hear of a love gone apart
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