Текст песни Big Stuff - Billie Holiday

So you cry

What's it about, baby?
You ask why
Blues had to go and pick you
So you go
Down to the shore, kid's stuff
Don't you know
There's honey in the store for you, big stuff
Let's take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide

So you stare
Call it despair, baby
Don't you care
I'm on the square about you
Let's have a try
It may be that you're my guy
Let's take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide
Come in from out of the rain