Howard Hughes Blues Robert Ellis and Courtney Hartman

Let me sing you a song about Vegas town
And poor old Howard Hughes
Locked up there in his hotel suite
Tryin' to find his shoes
Well he's got so much to lose
How 'bout Howard Hughes and all his blues

His nurses and his keepers
All stand around and sigh
Guard the door and wait on him
Whatever's on his mind
That's all they've got to do
For poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

If it wasn't for his money
I'm sure he could be free
And walk around all over town
Just like you and me
Success is just a mess of overdues
For poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

Well way down younder on the Vegas strip
Where the regular people pass
Someone said he's not to well
Heard he's sinkin' fast
Nobody knows the truth
About poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues