There's a baby crying, a new born who won't be content,
When he becomes a man, he'll wonder where his childhood went,
He'll feel the pain of life, choke his last breath,
Life is no bed of roses, there's things he will confess.

Life is the blues,
Nothing we can do,
Life is the blues,
Nothing more to lose.

The last time he saw his wife she was marching out to sea,
He was cruel and crazy, she was beautiful; she's been set free,
Lines on her face, the pain of reality,
He broke her heart, left her alone to be.

Life is the blues,
Nothing we can do,
Life is the blues,
Nothing more to lose.

All this guilt he holds within; he let her slip away,
It's too late to say those things she needed to hear him say,
He never said, "I love you, I want you to stay",
He'd give his soul to relive that day.

He heard his son singing...
Life is the blues,
Nothing we can do,
Life is the blues,
Nothing more to lose.

Life is the blues,
Nothing we can do,
Life is the blues.