The Real Blues Paul Heaton

[Verse 1]
I shoulda learned the blues guitar
Slunk in the corner of a local bar
Sweet home Chicago, but not that far
Remember your shoes when you follow a star

You can't sing, "My baby gone done me wrong"
If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song
And it don't make sense to sing, "I'm lonely and blue"
As soon as she's gone, there's twenty more in the queue

[Verse 2]
I shoulda learned to blow the harp
But blow the harp, your troubles start
You bend the notes then fall apart
Shut your mouth and mute your heart

If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled
You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed
If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good
It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood

[Chorus]
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues