Story Of The Blues - Gary Moore

My baby she left me, my baby she’s gone.

My sweet little angel has spread her wings and flown.

Can’t think of a reason for going on.

From this day I will play the blues.

She said it was over, this time it’s the end.

Bad luck and trouble gonna be my only friend.

I still can’t believe it, after all we’ve been through.

Everyday I will play the blues.

Everybody knows what the blues is all about.

It’s a pain you can’t live with.

It’s a woman you can’t live without.

She came from Chicago.

She read me the news.

In the headlines was a story of the blues.

They say a broken heart can always mend.

Time is the healer and sadness will end.

But I’ve done so much crying, when will I laugh again?

Till that day I will play the blues.

Everybody knows what the blues is all about.

It’s a pain you can’t live with.