| Lyrics: | A tree grows in my back yard, it only grows at night.
Its branches they're all twisted, its
leaves are afraid of light.
They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside
your head.
But when it's lonely in the morning, you're bound to wish that you was lying
dead.
There's winds out on the ocean, they're blowing just as they choose.
But then
winds ain't got no emotion, baby, they don't know the blues.
They say the blues is just a bad
dream, they say it lives upside your head, mmmm.
But when it's lone, lonely in the morning
you're bound to wish that you was lying dead.
My mind is rambling and rambling just like
some rolling stone, no,
since that nightmare's come to stay with me, baby, my thoughts just
don't belong.
They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside your
head.
But when they visit you around midnight, you're bound to wish that you were lying dead. |
