Blues For Your Baby

Well, Mister Saxman, how do you do ?

There's nobody here but me and you

You've been blowin' all night I know and you need your sleep

but before you go to bed, man, make me weep

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me

Aw Mister Saxman, don't be shy

don't be complainin that your mouth is dry

I got a bottle of something right here in my coat

stone guaranteed to lubricate your throat

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me

Now Mister Saxman I know you play your horn

like every shred of your soul was tattered and torn

You can make it sound like crying,

you make it sound like a full flood of tears

bring that thing over here

Let me hear you play it for the lost and lonely

play it for the tricked and misused

Let me hear you play it for every storm-blown disappointed soul

for every heart that's been abused

Let me hear you play it for all the women in the world

- and make it blue

And Mister Saxman play it for me

because I'm hurting too

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me

You played a blues for your baby

now play a blues for me