Paula McKay Elegy in blue a horn is blowin' slowly down the hall an' I remember how we'd hug an' sway you'd say that trumpeter can play an' close your eyes lettin' the music fall into you night an' day jus' the blues I got another man know you'd understan' I got the rent to pay but this ol' room ain't like when you was here no heat no moon shinin' on your face you sleepin' close breathin' in my ear but blowin' from some place there's soul (c) Paula McKay
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