اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
For my love sickness
There's no physician
What could he tell me to use?
No liquid or pill, I'm sure
Ever did or will cure
A woman alone with the blues
Burning memories of
The man that I love
Crowd all my mental revues
For all of the pain I feel
His two loving arms could heal
A woman alone with the blues
To a blue melody
Warm and human
I could pour my soul out in song
And the words would be
About a good woman
Who believed in her man, right or wrong
He'll come back someday
Begging forgiveness
Blushing way down to his shoes
No man in this world can find
Happiness or peace of mind
And break any heart he may choose
And leave his woman
Alone with the blues
