Jugband Blues

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here,

And I'm almost obliged to you for

making it clear that I'm not here.

And I never knew the moon could be so big.

And I never knew the moon could be so blue.

And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes

And brought me here instead dressed in red.

And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine.

And I don't care if nothing is mine.

And I don't care if I'm nervous with you.

I'll do my loving in the Winter.

And the sea... isn't green.

And I love the queen.

And what exactly is a dream?

And what exactly is a joke?