The Blues
When the shoe strings break
On both your shoes
And you’re in a hurry-
That’s the blues.
When you go to buy a candy bar
And you’ve lost the dime you had-
Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere-
That’s the blues, too, and bad!
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