lady sing the blues so well   as if she mean it   as if it's hell down here   in the smoke filled world   where the jokes are cold, they don't laugh at jokes   they laugh at tragedies      corner street societies   but they believe her   they never leave her while she sings   she make them feel things      she says "I can sing this song so blue   that you will cry in spite of you   little wet tears on your baby's shoulder   little wet tears on your baby's shoulder      and I have walked these streets so long   there ain't nothin' right, there ain't nothin' wrong   but the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder"      lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regrets   takes a look around, no regrets no regrets   stretches out like branches of a poplar tree   says "I am free", sings so soft as if she'll break      says "I can sing this song so blue   that you will cry in spite of you   little wet tears on your baby's shoulder   little wet tears on your baby's shoulder      and I have walked these streets so long   there ain't nothin' right, nothin' wrong   but the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder   but on this stage I've learned to fly   learned to sing and learned to cry   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder      but now it's time to say goodbye   some might laugh, but I will surely cry   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder   little wet tears on my baby's shoulder"      lady lights a cigarette   puffs away   and winter comes   and she   forgets