| In years long past They played Rhythm and Blues A musical genre Of payments and dues They sang from the heart Of love lost and found They played from the soul This unmistakable sound On dime store contracts They signed their names Bright eyes glimmered For some fortune and fame But dreams soon diminished And slowly dreams died For the contracts they held Were incomparable lies The record execs. Cared not of their plight For these same execs. Owned all the rights In years long past They sang the blues Now penniless and broken For they never knew |
| The Blues |
| (c) January 2 of 2002 |