These are the bluesNothing but bluesOh, they say some people long

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

It's the wrong time, and the wrong placeThough your face is

Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you

She's a fool and don't I know it?But a fool can

I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me

Whenever it's early twilightI watch 'til a star breaks throughFunny, it's

There's nothing left for me of days that used to beI

If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

My heart is sad and lonelyFor you I sigh, for you

Do I worry 'cause you're stepping outDo I worry 'cause you've

I'm gonna live till I dieI'm gonna laugh 'stead of cryI'm

playin' at the Roxy?I'll tell you what's playin' at the

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely

Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful?Isn't she precious, less than one

happens every spring, the world is young againWhere children

is for the way you look at meO is for

I know I said that I was leavingBut I just couldn't

Maybe it's because the kiss you gave meTouched my heart and

Like the wallpaper sticks to the wallLike the seashore clings to