The street looks very frightening
The rain begins and then comes lightning
It seems love's gone to pot
I'd rather have the blues than what i've got
The wind is blowing colder
It looks like love is stale and older
My luck don't look so hot
I'd rather have the blues than what i've got
I'd Rather Have the Blues
(De Vol)
Nat King Cole
1955
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Pittsburgh 1946
reblogged from Ticketthatexploded
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