Peggy Sang The Blues

Peggy came to me in my sleep

In the middle of the night on a friday night last week

She whispered "hush, child, now don't be scared

I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share"

And she said "it doesn't matter where you come from,

It matters where you go

And no one gets remembered

For the things they didn't do"

I said "peggy, won't you stay here for a while?

We could drink whisky, we could play cards, we could get wild!"

She said "we'll play poker and we'll play for keeps

I only play angels lately and they never let me cheat!"

It doesn't matter where you come from

It matters where you go

And no one gets remembered, in this listless life

For the things they didn't do

"You could say I had a good start, you could say I had class

And you could say that I was born beneath a ceiling made of glass

But I always kept an open house, I always did right by my friends

So when I got to St. Peter's gate I told the keeper

I'm not the one who needs to make amends"

"Cause better times are coming, better times ahead

No one gets remembered, my deathless child

So don't rest too long in bed"

And peggy said "it doesn't matter where you come from

It matters where you go

And no one gets remembered, in this listless, loveless life

For the things they didn't do"

And Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off

And Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off

While Peggy sang the blues as I drifted off

While Peggy sang the blues, Peggy sang the blues