West Coast Blues

I got a baby on the East Coast

I got a gig going on the West Coast

I got a

Suitcase full of sorrow

I'm so tired of paying traveling dues

Lonely in the evening

No good make-believing

Anyone else could make me happy

Like my little darling

One of these days I'm gonna pack

My bags and go way back home

Where I can see my baby on the East Coast

I got the blues