the dust is drifting everywhere
a harvest moon comes up in the sky
it's a long way down to the birth of the blues
i haven't very far to fall since they were born
and came to haunt this singing fool since day one
there's so many ways to sing the blues
a harvest moon comes up in the sky
i know that i'm unafraid and so i am
just a ghost that walks through the room
i'll blame it on the moonshine brew; whisky and wine
like dust in my eyes making pats of kidney
there's so many ways to sing the blues
the dust is drifting everywhere
it's a long way down to the birth of the blues
i haven't very far to fall since they were born
and came to haunt this singing fool since day one
there's so many ways to sing the blues