(Here we go again.)
Blues is Dead
At 3 oâclock in the morninâ
Blues is Dead
Its collar full of blood
Blues is Dead
He be moaning anâ scorning
Blues is Dead
Never thought it could
Blues is Dead
Somewhere in Wisconsin
Blues is Dead
El Diablo by his side
Blues is Dead
Who be mourning and scorning?
Blues is Dead
Took the Devil for a ride
He Be Battered and defeated, feathered and tarred
You Bid sadness farewell and healed all of my scars
Baby Boy Oh Boy
You fill my heart with joy
He Be Battered and defeated, feathered and tarred
You Bid sadness farewell and healed all of my scars
Baby Boy Oh Boy
You fill my heart with joy
Blues is Dead
In the cold cold winter
Blues is Dead
Took no breath but let one out
Blues is Dead
From his coffin, grabbed a splinter
Blues is Dead
Saw him cruising on a cloud
He Be Battered and defeated, feathered and tarred
You Bid sadness farewell and healed all of my scars
Baby Boy Oh Boy
You fill my heart with joy
He Be Battered and defeated, feathered and tarred
You Bid sadness farewell and healed all of my scars
Baby Boy Oh Boy
You fill my heart with joy
Blues is dead
He might come back another day
But Hey â Youâll be a man by then
Weâll scare Sir Blues away
He Be Battered and defeated â feathered and tarred
You Bid sadness farewell and healed all of my scars
Baby Boy Oh Boy
You fill my heart with joy
You fill my heart with joy
You fill my heart with joy