Just think
tonight is Thanksgiving,
everyone's going somewhere.
Nobody knows that I'm living.
They pass me by, I wonder why.
I'm all alone every night,
how I moan
an d how I bite those big
city blues.
I walk from my place to place,
no one smiles to help me chase
those big city blues.
I'm like a little tot
who needs a lot of ten
derness and care.
All I've got is just a lot of
sorrow and despair.
Won't someone please
talk to me?
Don't refuse.
Hear my plea
and help me lose those big
city blues.
Each evening at 6 p .m. lights
light and I look at them
I'm hoping that some nice
person will meet me.
Great day people I know it,
it's 12 o 'clock
I feel like jumping right off
the dock because
Because I haven't found a person to cheer me,
dear me,
no one ever comes near me.
I'm all alone every night,
how I moan
and how I fight those big
city blues.
I just walk for my place to play,
no one smiles to help me chase those big city
blues.
Oh, won't you please talk to me,
don't refuse, hear my plea,
and help me lose all the mean,
all the big, deadly blues.