The Blues
A poem by John Cody & Tony Myers
The blues have always been my kind of music.
When I hear the songs, I have to sing alone.
Well I guess I’ve always been just another singer.
I never could put much feeling in my songs.
Then you came, and you were all I ever wanted.
My happiness was being close to you.
Then you went away, and left me here today,
With my guitar, and a feeling called the blues.
Now I’ve got something I can sing the blues a bout.
Put a teardrop in my voice and cry cry.
I’ve got something I can sing the blues about.
It’s a heart that’s broke but will not die.
I have listen to all the great blues singers.
The ones who lived their songs in life are the best.
Well if heartaches and pain were stepping stones to fame.
Then I know that I would be there with the greatest.
Cause I got something I can sing the blues about.
You left the blues when you said goodbye.
Copyright © by John Cody 2000 -2003