paroles de chanson Stranded In Self-Pity - Warren Haynes

Oh, the daydreams I can create
When the moonbeam is on the snowflake
And lonesome is my only friend

Yeah, I feel so forsaken
Like the good times are on vacation
And ain't coming home again

Sitting here without her
I get to thinkin' about her
Oh, you know that feeling just ain't right, oh
'Cause she's in New York City
And I'm stranded in self-pity
Don't you play no blues tonight

'Cause your guitar will get to crying
And I'll sure get to sighing
From my hat down to my soul

Yeah, there's a favor you can do me
Don't sing no sad songs to me
Oh, 'cause buddy, I already know

If my luck would change
I'd catch myself and airplane
And I'd leave you and these damned old blues behind
But she's in New York City
And I'm stranded in self-pity
Don't you sing no blues tonight

Yeah, she's in New York City
And I'm stranded in self-pity
Don't you sing no blues tonight

Yeah, she's in New York City
I'm stranded in self-pity
Don't you sing no blues tonight

Don't you sing no blues
Don't you sing no blues

Don't you sing no blues

Oh, the daydreams I can create

And lonesome is my only friend

Don't you sing no blues
Don't you sing no blues tonight