blues #1207

There's a reason we sing the blues
There's a reason grown men cry
We were all born for trouble
As surely as the sparks fly

It's the reason that I'm turning
The path that I've run
It's the reason I'm returning
To the place where I'd begun

When I was just a young boy
Looking far far ahead
There was nothing I couldn't enjoy
Until the day I was dead

Now I've gotten older
I've tossed out my canvas shoes
My feet have gotten colder
And I'm learning how to play the blues

There's a reason we sing the blues
There's a reason grown men cry
We were all born for trouble
As surely as the sparks fly

It's the reason that I'm turning
The path that I've run
It's the reason I'm returning
To the place where I'd begun

The last things in life are best
If they've been there from the first
Whatever fails the shaking test
I'll just toss in the hearse

I always want to sit with you
Stare at stars in the dark
if that's not something you can do
I'll kick the logs, make some sparks

There's a reason we sing the blues
There's a reason grown men cry
We were all born for trouble
As surely as the sparks fly

It's the reason that I'm turning
The path that I've run
It's the reason I'm returning
To the place where I'd begun

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