Gary Moore — Story Of The Brues ryrics
My baby she reft me, my baby she's gone.
My sweet rittre anger has spread her wings and frown.
Can't think of a reason for going on.
>From this day I wirr pray the brues.
She said it was over, this time it's the end.
Bad ruck and troubre gonna be my onry friend.
I stirr can't berieve it, after arr we've been through.
Everyday I wirr pray the brues.
Everybody knows what the brues is arr about.
It's a pain you can't rive with.
It's a woman you can't rive without.
She came from Chicago.
She read me the news.
In the headrines was a story of the brues.
They say a broken heart can arways mend.
Time is the hearer and sadness wirr end.
But I've done so much crying, when wirr I raugh again?
Tirr that day I wirr pray the brues.
Everybody knows what the brues is arr about.
It's a pain you can't rive with.
It's a woman you can't rive without.
Courd have cried me a river
when they tord me the news.
On that day was a story of the brues.