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[giacona]

lady sing the blues so well
as if she mean it,
as if it's hell down here
in the smoke-filled world,
where the jokes are cold.
they don't laugh at jokes,
they laugh at tragedies.

corner street societies,
but they believe her.
they never leave her.
while she sings, she make them feel things.
she says, "i can sing this song so blue
that you will cry in spite of you
little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
little wet tears on your baby's shoulder..."

and i have walked these streets so long
there ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
but the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.
the little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

back in rock bottom's bargain basement.

i walk with johnnie every night.

- helen.