Here in my pocket I've got the story of the blues,
Try to belive me cos' could be front page news,
I said I live it like it hasen't happend yet
I can thinking on everyone how I'm the one the one they're trying to get.
To tell...
(Story of the Blues)
First they take your pride,
Then turn it all inside,
And then you realise you got nothing left to lose.
So you try to stop,
Try to get back up,
And then you realise you're telling the Story of the Blues.
Felling browbeaten day after day,
I think It's over but I just can't get away.
You said forget it,
Well don't go jump to the gun,
You're laugthing this time next time you might be the one
To tell...
(the story of the blues)
First they take you're pride,
Then turn It all inside,
And then you realise you got nothing left to lose.
So you try to stop,
Try to get back up
And then you realise you're telling the Story of the Blues.
Repet chourse...
What they say about me when they tell
The Story of the Blues.
Writer(s): Pete Wylie
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