Yours Truly, x: November 2009

Well I feel like an old hobo, I’m sad lonesome and blueI was fair as the summer day now the summer days are throughYou pass through places and places pass through youBut you carry ’em with you on the souls of your travellin’ shoesWell I love you so dearly I love you so clearlyWake you up in the mornin’ so earlyJust to tell you I got the wanderin’ bluesI got the wanderin’ bluesAnd i’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of these days soonAnd I’ll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wildLike the ramblin’ footsteps of a wanderin’ childAnd i’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwillSingin these blues with a warble and a trillBut i’m not too blue to flyNo i’m not too blue to fly cuz

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

Well I love you so dearly I love you so fearlesslyWake you up in the mornin’ so earlyJust to tell you I got the wanderin’ bluesI got the wanderin’ blues

And I don’t wanna leave you I love you through and through


Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue trainAnd I sang my songs to the cold and the rainI had the wanderin’ bluesAnd I sang those wanderin’ bluesAnd i’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of these days soonAnd i’ll singThe littlest birds sing the prettiest songs….I don’t care if the sun don’t shineI don’t care if nothin’ is mineI don’t care if I’m nervous with you

I’ll do my lovin’ in the wintertime

When I was in sixth form college I fell head over heels for this band – And this song never fails to get me smiling. I hope you’re all having a happy week,