Paul Heaton - The Real Blues lyrics

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Paul Heaton - The Real Blues lyrics

Not finished yet - and a few unclear words (any help?) I shoulda learned the blues guitar Slunk in the corner of a local bar Sweet home Chicago, but not that far Remember your shoes when you follow a star You can't sing “My baby gone done me wrong” If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song And it don't make sense to sing “I'm lonely and blue” As soon as she's gone there's twenty more in the queue I shoulda learned to blow the harp When you blow the harp your troubles start You bend the notes then fall apart Shut your mouth and mute your heart If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood Let's sing the real sad blues (x4) I shoulda known to learn the sax To paper over the personal cracks To play a solitary note the lonest longest anecdote Singing baby come back is the finest of arts? He'll make it sound like its straight from his heart He's pleading you together but he's loving apart And he'll see straight through if you're quick and you're smart I shoulda taught myself one truth Attractive folk from other room A party piece to woo the guests When neither looks nor words impress When singing she's leaving there's a crack in his voice Cos no one who left was ever offered the choice Baby returns all the flowers I sent Cos she's used to getting presents that are only to lend Let's sing a real sad blues (x4) So he sings of a love he could never quite find The soul I was searching but never quite blind??? I'm not short sighted but it's never been blind The love he discovered wasn't her kind I shoulda learned the eight bar blues But first you gotta have enough to lose That loner with a you gotta lose a girl before you a boy So the truth comes out at the end of the song You can't sing it right if your heart is so wrong The deepest blues and the saddest refrain Is locked up tight with a clock on your brain Let's sing a real sad blues (x4) You could spend all your life trying to master the beat Cos you can't feel the blues unless you got wet feet Sing a real sad blues Let's sing a real sad blues The morning you broke? the friends that you missed You can't sing the blues if …