Blues

I’d tell them I’d seen a thousand dreams,
Smashed in two by the roll of a dice.
I’d tell of times when all that we had
Was a blanket to fend off the ice.

They'd look at me and always say.
The guys a child, with innocents eyes.
Too young to know the pains of life.
That kid can’t sing the blues.

I’d tell them of friends that Id lost in the war
Watch them dying with fear in their eyes.
I’d talk of the child that was hit by the car
I watched as they covered his eyes.

But they'd look at me and always say.
The guys a child, with innocents eyes.
Too young to know the pains of life.
That kid cant sing the blues.

I’d tell them of nights in the cells of a jail
Of the screams of the other inmates.
And ask them if they’d ever lived through all this
And all they could say was they ain’t.

So why d'they look at me and then say.
That the guys a child, with innocents eyes.
Too young to know the pains of life.
That kid cant sing the blues.