He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother   Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.   He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother   Hustlin' down the city streets   And selling his ass for a dollar bag   He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy   Locked up in a prison out in Oregon   He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie   Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines   And a sailor   Oh      He's got the blues, this boy   He's got the blues   You can hear it in his music   He's got the blues, this boy   He's got the blues   You can hear it, you can hear it      When I was nine years old   My daddy ran away   With a woman he met on a train, oh   His little boy   Ran to the room   Where his piano   Lay in wait for him   He played and he played   He played and he played      He's got the blues, this boy   He's got the blues   You can hear it, you can hear it   He's got the blues, this boy   He's got the blues      A year ago, I met a girl   I thought we'd hit a massive groove   But she dumped me   And all we'd hit were the blues      He's got the blues, this boy    He's got the blues   You can hear it in his music   He's got the blues, this boy   He's really got the blues