Burned up in a factory in Springfield  Mass.
 He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
 Hustlin' down the city streets
 And selling his ass for a dollar bag
 He's gonna tell you 'bout his Uncle Neddy
 Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
 He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
 Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
 And a sailer
 Oh

 He's got the blues  this boy
 Has got the blues
 You can hear it in his music
 He's got the blues, this boy
 He's got the blues
 You can hear it, you can hear it

 When I was nine years old
 My daddy ran away
 With a woman he met on a train, oh
 His little boy
 Ran to the room
 Where his piano
 Lay in wait for him
 He played and he played
 He played and he played

 He's got the blues, this boy
 Has got the blues
 You can hear it, you can hear it
 He's got the blues, this boy
 Has got the blues

 A year ago I met a girl
 I thought we'd hit a massive groove
 But she dumped me
 And all we'd hit were the blues

 He's got the blues, this boy
 He's got the blues
 You can hear it in his music
 He's got the blues, this boy
 Has really got the blues