The Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rog bad forth to a mellow ,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avehe ht
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway ....
He did a lazy sway ....
To the tuhose Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
ing from a black mans soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
"Aint got nobody in all this world,
Aint got nobody but ma self.
Is gwio quit ma frownin
And put ma troubles on the shelf."
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more--
"I got the Weary Blues
And I t be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And t be satisfied--
I aint happy no mo
And I wish that I had died."
And far into the night he ed that tune.
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