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    "Buddy Bolden's Blues" Lyrics

    Bill Morrissey

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    I've been to Germany, I've been to Spain
    Walked down Beale Street and turned up Main
    When I put her on that last mail train
    there was nothing left to lose

    I listened to the engine whine
    And when she set off this one last time
    she didn't leave a single thing behind
    Just like Buddy Bolden's Blues

    There's nothing uptown, no money down
    Buy the high-tension whiskey just to pass around
    Faces in the window, but I'm standing on the ground
    and I'm down to twos and fews

    The rhythm section is one seat short
    And you can't get on board without your passport
    You knew she took so you'd come up short
    Just one more gig you must refuse

    In this town you can't let down your guard
    The boys play trumpet, but they blow too hard
    In the final hand you get no wild card
    just the Buddy Bolden blues
    The morning sun on a brown suitcase
    And soon you too will have to leave this place
    Just one more gone without a trace
    singing Buddy Bolden's blues

    Her eyes were closed when she said goodbye
    She couldn't see me and she didn't try
    Still she kissed me and I don't know why
    but she was never one to leaves clues

    Trains come to town only to leave
    The band plays loud to let the mourners grieve
    The heart stays hidden in a rolled up sleeve
    Empty pockets pay no dues

    The sun don't rise in a greasy sky
    The rails may call, but the roads just sigh
    Believe I'll give New Orleans one more try
    with a spit shine on my walking shoes

    Stand on the corner, trying to catch a break
    But good luck these days is too hard to fake
    And there's nothing left of her but what talk we make
    Just like Buddy Bolden's blues
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Ferdinand Joseph Morton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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