The Last Blues Song

IÔÇÖve been cryinÔÇÖ and my-oh-my-inÔÇÖ

Since heÔÇÖs been gone.

But IÔÇÖve done some thinkinÔÇÖ

And itÔÇÖs starting to sink in

That life goes on.



So if youÔÇÖre somebody

WhoÔÇÖs feeling sorry for yourself

Better sing along

Cause this is gonna be

The last blues song.



Now a little bitty fit

Of self pity

Can really sing.

But it keeps on growinÔÇÖ

And you know woe-woe-inÔÇÖ

DonÔÇÖt change a thing.



So if youÔÇÖre a person

WhoÔÇÖs hooked on hurtinÔÇÖ on yourself

Better sing along

Cause this is gonna be

The last blues song.



Woe, woe, woe, woe,

Woe, woe, woe, woe

My oh my

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

IÔÇÖm fit to die.

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Please donÔÇÖt goÔÇŞ..

Papa I think IÔÇÖm gettingÔÇÖ high

On feeling, low woe woe woe woe woe woe



So all you losers, you full time blues-ers

Get out of bed

DonÔÇÖt you go and give in

DonÔÇÖt you give up on livinÔÇÖ

Before youÔÇÖre dead.



Come on now brother,

If youÔÇÖve been motherinÔÇÖ yourself

Better sing along

Cause this is gonna be

This is gonna be

The last blues song.