Well, Mister Saxman, how do you do? There's nobody here but me and you You've been blowin' all night I know and you need your rest But before you go to bed, man, I've got one request
You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for me
Ah, Mister Saxman, don't be shy Don't be complaining that your mouth is dry I got a bottle of something right here in my coat Stone guaranteed to lubricate your throat
You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for me
Now, Mister Saxman, I know you play your horn Like every shred of your soul was tattered and torn You can make it sound like crying You make it sound like a full flood of tears Bring that thing over here
Let me hear you play it for the lost and the lonely Play it for the tricked and misused I want to hear you play it for every storm-blown disappointed soul For every heart that's been abused
Let me hear you play it for all the women in the world And make it blue And Mister Saxman, play it for me Because I'm hurting too
You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby Now play a blues for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
