Авторы: Mort Shuman, Doc Pomus
A Mess Of Blues
A Mess of Blues I just [C]got your letter baby; a-too [C]bad you can't come home I [F7]swear I'm goin' crazy sittin' here all alone Since your [G7]gone, I [F7]got a mess of [C]blues. I ain't [C]slept a week since Sunday, I can't [C]eat a thing all day Every [F7]day is just blue Monday, since you've been away Since your [G7]gone I [F7]got a mess of [C]blues.[C7] [F7]Whoops there goes a teardrop [C]rollin' down [B7]my [C7]face [F7]If you cry when you're in love, it [G7]sure ain't no disgrace I gotta [C]get myself together before I lose my mind I'm gonna [F7]catch the next train goin' and leave my blues behind. Since your [G7]gone, I [F7]got a mess of [C]blues.