What's come to stay from the cannonball days. But a house and some clothes on the line. You fired away with your drunken brigade. In the streets of New York as a child Woman so fine, fine as a girl
I got a feelin' called the blu-ues, oh, Lawd. Since my baby said good-bye. And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo. All I do is sit and sigh-igh, oh, Lawd. That last long day she said good-bye. Well Lawd