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