He´s gonna tell you ´bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He´s gonna tell you ´bout his baby brother
Hustlin´ down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag

He´s gonna tell you ´bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He´s gonna tell you ´bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
And a sailor
Oh

He´s got the blues, this boy
He´s got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He´s got the blues, this boy
He´s got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it

When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy

Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played

He´s got the blues, this boy
He´s got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He´s got the blues, this boy
He´s got the blues

A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we´d hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we´d hit were the blues

He´s got the blues, this boy

He´s got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He´s got the blues, this boy
He´s really got the blues