Treasure Island

Christine Natale

(August 9,1955 / Glen Ridge, New Jersey)

Blues for Billie


You wrote your own blues, Billie
Don’t need no one to tell you, lady
Don’t need no one to show you, lady
Don’t need no one to say it for you
You wrote your own blues, Billie

You wrote your own blues, Billie
Gotta get a true love, someday
Gotta get a real man, someday
Gotta get some understanding
You wrote your own blues, Billie

You wrote your own blues, Billie
When they did it all to you
When they turned their backs on you
When they took it all from you
You wrote your own blues, Billie

You wrote your own blues, Billie
For all the sad black working girls
For all the dead black music men
For all the white and lonely spotlights
You wrote your own blues, Billie

Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2008

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