A Nightingale Can Sing the Blues

Got my feathers burned,

Got my lesson learned,

Guess that I was born to lose.

Take it straight from me,

Love is misery,

Listen while I sing the blues;

Ain't it a shame,

He had to go and grieve me,

Some other dame

Has made him up to leave me.

That's how it happens,

A nightingale can sing the blues.

I'll put it straight,

He's got his self a new bird,

Gave me the gate

And now I'm just a blue bird,

That's how it happens,

A nightingale can sing the blues.

He can take me

And forsake me

Just as quick as that!

When there's someone new in town.

But I'm bettin'

He'll be frettin'

For his old job back

When his brand new lady love has let him down!

You take my word,

There ain't no use a-preachin',

I got a bird

Who's gonna get some teachin'!

Then he'll discover

A nightingale can sing the blues,

That's how it happens,

A nightingale can sing the blues.