There's A Million Ways To Sing The Blues

I hear you whining on the radio

I see you whining on TV

Maybe your mother made you cut the lawn

Maybe she made you eat your greens

There's a million ways to sing the blues

And this ain't one of them

But I guess I'd have to be in your shoes

To really understand, yeah

If I were you I'd probably to get away

Find a quiet place to run

Maybe realize it's just a phase

While you're lying in the sun

There's a million ways to sing the blues

And this ain't one of them

But I guess I'd have to be in your shoes

To really understand, oh

Don't want to hear you cry

Don't want to hear you pout

Don't really want to know

What it's all about

There's a million ways to sing the blues

And this ain't one of them

But I guess I'd have to be in your shoes

To really understand

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