oh i left my baby on a pretty blue train...

I've had this song in my head for a little over a week now...And you know what, they're right: The littlest birds DO sing the prettiest songs. How 'bout that? ;)

Well I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad lonesome and blue /I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through /You pass through places and places pass through you /But you carry 'em with you on the souls of your travellin' shoes/

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly /Wake you up in the mornin' so early /Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues /I got the wanderin' blues /And i'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon /And I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well it's times like these I feel so small and wild /Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child /And i'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill /Singin these blues with a warble and a trill /But i'm not too blue to fly /No i'm not too blue to fly cuz

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly /Wake you up in the mornin' so early /Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues /I got the wanderin' blues /And I don't wanna leave you I love you through and through

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train /And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain /I had the wanderin' blues /And I sang those wanderin' blues /And i'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon /And i'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs....

I don't care if the sun don't shine /I don't care if nothin' is mine /I don't care if I'm nervous with you /I'll do my lovin' in the wintertime