Текст песни Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me - Bing Crosby

Well, there are blues that you get from worry
There are blues that you get from pain
There are blues when you're lonely
For your one and only, blues you never can't explain

Oh, blues, blues, blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues that be
Are the sort of blues that's on my mind
They're the very meanest kind
Blues my naughty sweeties gives to me

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Blues that you get from longing
Longing to hold someone on your knee
But the kinda of blues that always stabs
Comes from hiring taxi cabs
Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
And the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me, yeah