Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Jackson C. Frank





Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain.
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues are all the same.

Send out for whisky, baby,
Send out for gin.
Me and room service, honey,
Me and room service, babe,
Me and room service, well
We're living a life of sin.

When I'm not drinking, baby,
You are on my mind.
When I'm not sleeping, honey,
When I ain't sleeping, mama,
When I'm not sleeping,
Then you know you'll find me crying.

Try another city, baby,
Another town.
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues come following down.

Living is a gamble, baby,

Loving's much the same.
Wherever I have played,
Whenever I've thrown them dice,
Wherever I have played,
The blues have run the game.

Maybe tomorrow, honey,
Some place down the line,
I'll wake up older,
So much older, mama,
I'll wake up older,
And I'll just stop all my trying.

Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain.
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues are just the same.


(Jackson C. Frank, «Blues Run the Game»)

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