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STOLEN BLUES

Cynthia Emmets, Betty Ball, John McDuffie

© 1991

 

 

That cool sly grin lights up the stage

For all the little girls half his age

They can’t see what I know

He’s cold as ice, it’s just a show

 

He don’t drink, he don’t smoke, don’t wear no tattoos

Oh baby, what does this boy know about the blues

 

Left a trail of hearts in pieces

From California to the Eastern beaches

Made me cry to watch my pain

He gets a song, my loss is his gain

 

He don’t cuss, can’t fight, he ain’t paid his dues

How can this boy play such stone cold blues

 

BRIDGE Girls beware ‘cause he’s a thief

Guard your tears, hold back your grief

He’ll take your pain and he’ll make it his

‘Cause he don’t know what hurtin’ is

 

He’s so cold, don’t feel a thing

It’s your life that makes his song sing

Just listen up, you’ll recognize

It’s your misery in his eyes

 

He ain’t cried, been burned, he don’t know how to lose

Now I know how he sings those blues

He can’t cuss, can’t fight and he ain’t paid no dues

Oh baby let me tell you how he sings those blues

He don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t wear no tattoos

This boy’s singin’ my stolen blues

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