She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset She made the tune, and everybody loved it She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet
She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset She made the tune, and everybody loved it She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet She fell asleep when she died at sunset 50 years and not a day of regret It was here, at the show, that I'd say we first met. You were workin at the bar, I was playin in the band. We were starting in an hour, and the singer couldn't stand
- but you knew all the words to our songs every jazz standard, and the ballads all along and the last answer that we heard was applause you're a bad dancer for a girl without flaws, but
- we were signed by the end of the concert opening for Chet, Tony, and Frank Sinatra - living the dream, and you winked from behind and I closed my eyes every time that you cried cause
- it was a gift for the voice of a goddess even when I would sit by your bed in the hospice - and we watched the lonely sun go down
sayin, \"what's that sound?\" I said, \"baby it's the crowd.\"
She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset She made the tune, and everybody loved it She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet She fell asleep when she died at sunset
She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset She made the tune, and everybody loved it She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet She fell asleep when she died at sunset
- and we played, even at the wedding day reunite on the stage, we were old and grey went across the continent, traveled on the airwaves everybody knew her name, wrote a book, closed the page
- and they had offered her a solo project but she would never sign, cause I couldn't come with though I told her it was fine, I would follow all her steps but she chose to stay behind, not the god complex
- now the kids reminisce in the photographs proud that -- she could take the world with another hand holding hers, try to beat the rhythm of her heart but it wasn't any good, it was the end of the song
She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset She made the tune, then I would say I loved it She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet She fell asleep when she died at sunset