Let me cry, let me sigh when I’m blue.
Let me go way from this lonely town.
Won’t be long ’fore my song will be through,
‘Cause I know I’m on my last go-round.
All the love I could steal beg or borrow
Wouldn’t heal all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow
With heartache ahead for your goal?
Here I go, now you know why I’m leaving:
Got the blues, What can I lose? Good-bye.