Twisted Blues Lyrics
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