A Woman Alone With The Blues

(Album: Black Coffee - 1956)

For my love sickness
There's no physician
What could he tell me to use?
No liquid or pill, I'm sure
Ever did or will cure
A woman alone with the blues

Burning memories of
The man that I love
Crowd all my mental reviews
For all of the pain I feel
His two loving arms could heal
A woman, alone, with the blues

To a blue melody
Warm and human
I could pour my soul out in song
And the words would be
About a good woman
Who believed in a man, right or wrong

He'll come back someday
Begging forgiveness
Blushing way down to his shoes
No man in this world can find, happiness or peace of mind
And break any heart he may choose
And leave his woman alone with the blues