Let me sigh;   Let me cry,   When I'm blue.   Let me go   Away from this lonely town.      Won't be long   Till 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 a heartbreak ahead for your goal?      Here I go.   Now you know   Why I'm leaving.   Got the blues!   What can I lose?   Goodbye.      Now you know   Why I'm leaving.   Got the blues!   What can I lose?   Goodbye.