I'm gettin' the Blue Pacific Blues
The feelin' you get get from real bad news
I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains
I get in this mood whenever it rains
I'm gettin' the blues
Alone in the dark and sultry night
You'd think of the times ya ain't done right
To add to the fact you're feelin' so bad
The cry of the birds keeps drivin' me mad
Call it the blues
You lie awake and how you wish that it was morning
And then you smoke a hundred cigarettes or more
That devil rain continues pounding on your window
And the tropic winds keep howlin' at your door
Regardless of all the rain and mud
The feel of the place gets in your blood
But deep in the night there comes unawares
The terrible thought that nobody cares
You're back with the blues again
To be even more specific
You've got what they call the Blue Pacific Blues
