Marshall Crenshaw - Blues Is King Lyrics
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Blues Is King
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What Are The Lyrics For Blues Is King By Marshall Crenshaw?
Blues is king
A beautiful thing You just don't know whenever you're done by the one you love And the joke's on you If you don't know it's true If you lose your dreams You'll know what I'm thinking of Yeah, blues is king So let it ring Surrender do, to the sound so real and true And relax your mind, go on, you'll be fine Surrender do, 'cause you'll never displace it So face it, blues is king As the sun descends, rain begins Everything in view Is a dull shade of blue And the traffic sounds, the lights uptown Make a sad and uninviting scene to walk into But the blue of the night Everything in daylight Don't even begin, to be as blue as the mood I'm in People out alone, on their way home I'm wandering on, remembering only That I'm lonely And blues is king Blues is king, A beautiful thing You just don't know whenever you're (torn) by the one you love And the joke's on you If you don't know it's true If you lose your dreams You'll know what I'm thinking of Yeah, blues is king, So let it ring Surrender do, to the sound so real and true Just relax your mind, Go on, you'll be fine Surrender do, 'cause you'll never displace it So face it, blues is king |
Who Wrote Blues Is King By Marshall Crenshaw?
Marshall H Crenshaw
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What's The Duration Of The Blues Is King By Marshall Crenshaw?The duration of Blues Is King is 3:49 minutes and seconds. |
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