Today i saw a grown man cry,
heard a child tell a lie'
met a woman who sold herself,
seemed she'd rather die.
it was hot.
nearly 90 degrees!
I stared at the setting sky
wondering which way to fly.
I know iv'e been here before
a long time past
How long will these blues last?
I need someone to love me,
i need someone to love.
Just don't think i should bring anyone down,
By hanging around!
What if they ask; 'HOW ARE YOU? '
and ruin any chance i may have in this town.
Or is this the end
stuck here again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem would make a great blues number, something with an old Chicago 40's feel to it. Thank for letting me enjoy your work. Peace, L&T