DRINKIN’ THE BLUES words & music -Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon 2003

It’s 4 am, nothing to do

Wondering if, his life is through

His past and future’s, come and gone

Hoped he’d hook, a passing dream

But he found, his losing scheme

Had no beginning, and no end

He’s a soul who lost his stake

In the life he hoped to make

Now each day is filled with achin’

So he’s drinkin’ the blues

He used to be, an open book

But the years, just tore and took

His happiness, ripped from his heart

A photograph, them standing there

In innocence, no despair

That was long ago, long ago

He’s a soul who lost his stake

In the life he hoped to make

Now each day is filled with achin’

So he’s drinkin’ the blues

Drinking the blues….Drinking the blues…

Don’t like the sun, he don’t like the moon

Can’t see that changing, anytime soon

Don’t like the breeze, blowing through his hair

Can’t see tomorrow, memory’s blind

Can’t see deliverance, can’t clear his mind

From love he’s lost, or never found

He’s a soul who lost his stake

In the life he hoped to make

Now each day is filled with achin’

So he’s drinkin’ the blues

Drinking the blues….Drinking the blues…