Lyrics Randy Newman – The Blues

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

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

He’s got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He’s got the blues, this boy

A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we’d hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we’d hit were the blues

He’s got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He’s got the blues, this boy
He’s really got the blues