Paris in Blue

Thank you, thank you, thank you ladies and gentlemen
This next number will be my interpretation of the blues

The blues? Man, do they call this the blues?
Now what do they know about the blues?
Have they had 'em lately?
I'm the guy should be cryin' some blues 'round here
I really got 'em bad, let me tell you
Another drink here, bartender
One more drink and I'll really wail some blues this morning

Oh, let's play the blues for this man
Go ahead then, Mac

Everybody listen, stop right where you are
You there in the corner, you beside the bar
I feel so all alone, I hope you let me sing my blues to you
Yeah, it's me, Jackie Paris, I sure got the blues, fellas

The blues about a love affair
So happily it started, can't see why we parted
Here's how it began
Boy meets girl on a cloudy afternoon
Woman needs man so they say
Love at first sight, what a day it was

Picnics and boat rides, strolling through the park
Watching fireflies light up the dark
Came the rain, washing away our dreams
No one's exactly to blame
We failed at life's sacred game
Of faith and understanding
While each one is trying to learn
That life is just a lesson
And if you give and take in turn
Love is what we earn

Now you've heard my story, you know why I'm blue
Just can't drown my sorrow, don't know what to do
Until my baby's back
I guess I'll just go on and sing the blues

Well, it's gettin' kinda late, fellas
Guess I'll go on home
Gee, thanks an awful lot for letting me sing to you
Man, I hope you never have to