He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
When I was nine years old my daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy ran to the room where his piano lay in wait for him
He played and he played, he played and he played
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