And when they ask you what I’m doing
Tell them I’m blooming blowing
Busy blowing the blues away
Baby Blue once infant turned baby gray
baby grave
Sooner or Later
Nothing is bound to happen.
Can’t feel and won’t do
Can’t blow it away
It won’t do me or you or them or else
Can’t blow my blues away
Because after all that trouble there’s nothing to it
So will you go now
And Take the Tale away
I’m busy blowing
blowing my blues away