New York City, I just woke up
Man I love this place
Feeling small as the grains in my coffee cup
And the egg upon my face
Holes right through my confidence
And holes right through my jeans
I'd be better off in a Southern State
Down in New Orleans
I was blue, bluer than anything
I was blue, bluer than B.B. King
That night the rain was falling
I was shivering, I was wet
Another night of broken dreams
A night I won't forget
Looking up at the Empire State
I nearly touched the sky
A man picked me up and he called me "buddy"
But he wouldn't spare a dime
I was blue, bluer than anything
I was blue, bluer than B.B. King
Yes I was blue, blue as the deep blue sea
I was blue, no one bluer than me
One day when this is over
And they ask me what I've done
Say I didn't have a clue
Too busy hanging on
To any train that went my way
Any passing truck
Anyone who helped me then
Well I don't give a fuck
'cos I'm blue, bluer than anything
Yes I'm blue, bluer than B.B. King
I'm still blue, blue as the deep blue sea
I'm still blue, no one bluer than me
Yes I'm still blue, blue as the deep blue sky
I'm still blue, there's no one bluer than I
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