Lyrics
george goehring, jerry grant, rod macdonald
© 2011 blue flute music /ascap
i can’t forget the day
my baby went away
no matter how i try i seem to lose
i’m aching from the memory
faithful to my destiny
a guy who’s always true to the blues
all the world seems out of tune
my heart’s an empty room
when love is gone you sure do pay your dues
i’m tossing in my sleep at night
nothing that i do is right
the symptoms are all true to the blues
this time i thought i had found her
the only one designed to be my mate
now tonight there are other arms around her
i guess i’ve got to be resigned to my fate
now the song of love we made
is a lonesome serenade
that follows me on down the avenue
i wallk along and, pity me,
i’m happy in my misery
a guy who’s always true to the blues