I grew up in
a West Side flat
Mama worked hard
Just to keep clothes on our back
She would sing to us
those gospel hymns
But every now and then
The blues would slip right in
Oh, the blues would slip right in
Yeah, the blues would slip right in
When she would sing
The blues would slip right in
We didn't have
much living in a welfare state
Always a dollar short
and a day late
I can't remember
ever being underfed
'Cause mama worked miracles
with what we had
Still the blues would slip right in
Oh the blues would slip right in
She worked miracles
But the blues would slip right in
She used to drive us to sing
for all the folks
They'd give us money
Just to hear us sing down home
When we sang harmony
she would always grin
But every now and then
The blues would slip right in
Oh, the blues would slip right in
Yeah, the blues would slip right in
When she would grin
The blues would slip right in
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I've tried to sing legit
like Pavarotti
I've even tried
it in three part harmony
But every time I do
you know I just can't win
Cause when I start to sing
The blues just slips right in
Oh, the blues just slips right in
Yeah, the blues just slips right in
I just can't win
Cause the blues just slips right in
blues just slips right in
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