1919 – Charles McCarron / Carey Morgan / Arthur Swanstone
There are blues that you get from worry
There are blues that you get from pain
And there are blues when you’re lonely
For your one and only
The blues you can never explain
There are blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues that be
Are the sort of blues that’s on my mind
They’re the very meanest kind
The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me