it was written in the stars. what was written in the stars shall be. it was written in the skies. that the heart and not the eyes shall see. . and so whether it bring joy.
I gotta right to sing the blues. I gotta right to feel low-down. I gotta right to hang around. Down around the river. . A certain gal in this old town.
I gotta right to sing the blues. I gotta right to feel low-down. I gotta right to hang around. Down around the river. . A certain gal in this old town.
Say, it's only a paper moon. Sailing over a cardboard sea. But it wouldn't be make-believe. If you believed in me. . Yes, it's only a canvas sky. Hanging over a muslin tree.
I gotta right to sing the blues, I gotta right to feel low-down,. I gotta right t' hang around, down around the river . . .. . A certain gal in this ol' town, keeps draggin' my poor heart around,.
I would while away the hours. Conferin' with the flowers. Consultin' with the rain. And my head I'd be scratchin'. While my thoughts were busy hatchin'.