one string blues

got me a pair of dreary eyes

pale color blue on pale color white

sometimes they cry

sometimes they dry

pale color blue upon pale color

well

i got me a pair of dreary eyes

and they tell no lies

i got me some lips

but they taste no sweet

i got me some lips

but they taste no sweet

they're as dry as the old concrete

beaten up new york street

taste no sweet

they taste no sweet

if only my baby would come back home to me

oh

if only my baby would come back home to me

i would go to sleep with sugar on my tongue

i would go to sleep with sweetness in my lungs

i would go to sleep wrapped inside her skin

and i don't care what they say but it ain't no sin

oh it ain't no sin

oh it ain't no sin

so me and poseidon

we've been hanging 'round the water hole

and he says to me

he says

regina