Am
They sing the blues of the blues
F
Of the blues of the lonely people
Am F
The ones who stay awake and wait til they get old and feeble
Am F
A bottle of wine and a bottle of rum let the sorrows disappear
Am F
On the lonely road they listen to the wind that blows a whistle to their ear
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G D
Uhh I wonder will they understand
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G Am
Uhh that shadow can't beat a man
Am
They sing the blues of the blues
F
Of the blues of the poor people
Am F
The ones who pray at night, wanna be treated equal
Am F
Money is a cold whore, money is a cold whore
Am F
And I'm honest when I say, I don't like it at all
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G D
Uhh I wonder will they understand
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G Am
Uhh that shadow can't beat a man
Am
They sing the blues of the blues
F
Of the blues of the lonely people
Am F
The ones who stay awake and wait til they get old and feeble
Am F
A bottle of wine and a bottle of rum let the sorrows disappear
Am F
On the lonely road they listen to the wind that blows a whistle to their ear
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G D
Uhh I wonder will they understand
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalal
G D
Uhh I wonder will they understand
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G D
Uhh I wonder will they understand
Am Em
Uh Ah lalala, Uh Ah lalala
G Am
Uhh that shadow can't beat a man