Sing, Songbird
while I drink my blues
Let them smoke clouds
hold me like velvet arms

As round and round
them clouds go drifting
all about my head
carrying my mood adrift

Carrying my mood adrift
when I ain't in no mood
to do no explaining
about my woman being gone

So sing, Songbird,
sing sad them blues
Right or wrong
I'm gonna be here all night

Sing your heartache
Sing it low like Billie
from down deep inside
where I feel you tonight

Tell me about your man
How he done you wrong
I hear you, girl, over here
in this dark corner

I ain't going no place
Ain't nothing I can do
This man ain't got his own
since that gal's been gone

So, hey bartender,
I'm milking my own lonesome
Pour me another Billie Holiday
Cause it ain't nobody's bizness but my own.

                        —C. S. Wiser

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