the breakheart blues
the sun's so hot but shadows they are cool
the sun's so hot but shadows they are cool
back in the shadow is the door of a doggone fool
layin' on the couch a pillow 'neath my head
layin' on the couch a pillow 'neath my head
got a letter from my baby and this is what she said
it ain't no use you writin' me no more
it ain't no use you writin' me no more
you just ain't got the things i'm lookin' for
i'm tired of it baby so don't you telephone
i'm tired of it baby so don't you telephone
you keep on your ramblin' just like a rollin' stone
the letter's pink but the writin' is the blues
the letter's pink but the writin' is the blues
i damn near died when first i got the news
i got the breakheart blues they drove me to the floor
i got the breakheart blues they drove me to the floor
i don't think i can fall in love no more
it's the blue blue blue breakhart blues
the blue blue blue breakheart blues
it's blue - - - - - - -
it's blue - - - - - - -
they ain't no escapin' i got the breakheart blues
anaheim ca 1962
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