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A Lady’s Blues
The withered souls of the lonely bird
The hopeless doldrums of love gone astray
And the bluesy sounds of Billie Holiday
Singin’ her sad, sad song.
Its Ella’s time to take up the tune
Before the sunrise begins the next day.
The dreadful tears ev’rybody sheds tonight
Before the clock chimes the morning.
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.
Bessie’s bell rings out-and moans
Of the man who done her wrong
Ain’t no use of getting him back
Its already tomorrow today
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.
If ever you hear them don’t be afraid
Let their spirits carry you on.
You never know what a good cry will do
Until you hear their songs
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.
The withered souls of the lonely bird
The hopeless doldrums of love gone astray
And the bluesy sounds of Billie Holiday
Singin’ her sad, sad song.
Its Ella’s time to take up the tune
Before the sunrise begins the next day.
The dreadful tears ev’rybody sheds tonight
Before the clock chimes the morning.
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.
Bessie’s bell rings out-and moans
Of the man who done her wrong
Ain’t no use of getting him back
Its already tomorrow today
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.
If ever you hear them don’t be afraid
Let their spirits carry you on.
You never know what a good cry will do
Until you hear their songs
The broken hearted know how to sigh.
The desperate plight of the loveless
Goes on.
These are the women who know how to cry.