(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. 

It's a woman you can't live without. 

Could have cried me a river 

when they told me the news. 

On that day was a story of the blues.