A Touch Of The Blues

(álbum: Swing Around Rosie - 1959)

It's late
And I'm stuck with a heart
That is coming apart at the seams
I hate
To be giving the game up
Oh, but life is a frame-up of dreams
I miss my baby so much
Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I find
That I'm sharing a rut
With some gloom you could cut with a knife
My mind
Isn't walking in glory
But such is the story of life
I miss my baby so much
Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I'm tired of horoscoping
Wish the door would open
And bring me a wild surprise
I wish the coast were clear now
Wish that he were here now
Looking up through half-close eyes

It's strange
How a world goes contrary
With one temporary goodbye
One change
And I'm making up rhymes
Wondering how many times can I die?
I miss my baby so much
Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I miss my baby so much
Guess I've got a touch of the blues