Текст песни Twenty-Four Hour Blues (Live At The Hollywood Bowl With Orchestra) - Joe Bonamassa

Every morning when I wake up
Lord, I cry a pool of tears
Seven days now, since you left me
Well, it seems like seven years

Loneliness keeps hanging around my door
An unwanted friend I can't lose
Every day the same dog thing
The 24-hour blues

Lonely minutes turn into hours
I keep waiting by the telephone
You don't call me, guess I'll be
Spending another sleepless night alone

Oh, I can't get myself together
Without you, it's all bad news
Every day's the same dog-gone thing
The 24-hour blues

If you don't hurry on back to me
Then I have nothing left to lose (nothing left to lose)
Just these four gray walls
The 24-hour blues
Yeah-yeah

Every day the same dog-gone thing
The 24-hour blues
24-hour blues

24-hour blues
24-hour blues
24-hour blues
24-hour blues
24-hour blues

24-hour blues