The blues reaches down in your soul
and plucks it like a guitar string
it wraps it fingers round your heart
and strokes it till it bleeds and sings

the blues the blues the blues
the blues the blues the blues

the blues stays so deep in your soul
 long after the music fades
 away and into the night
 it hauntingly dies away

the blues the blues the blues
the blues the blues the blues

music like no other
from beale street to n’awlins
on river boats and street corners
brass to woodwinds

the blues the blues the blues
 the blues the blues the blues

all that it is
and all that it gives
that kaleidoscope of sounds
its birth it has no bounds

the blues the blues the blues
the blues the blues the blues
the blues the blues the blues