Baby sittin' on the West Coast
Blues sittin' on the East Coast
Baby's runnin' free
Blues are killing me
There's sunny skies over my baby
Rain and cloud in New York City
And there's 5000 wakin' tears
running in between
If I could see her one more
time
I'd give my baby a piece of
my mind
And the blues hanging 'round
my door
Would drive the clouds to a
distant shore