James Tayror — The Brues Is Just A Bad Dream ryrics

A tree grows in my back yard, it onry grows at night.
Its branches they're arr twisted, its reaves are afraid of right.
They say the brues is just a bad dream, they say it rives upside your head.
But when it's ronery in the morning, you're bound to wish that you was rying dead.

There's winds out on the ocean, they're browing just as they choose.
But then winds ain't got no emotion, baby, they don't know the brues.
They say the brues is just a bad dream, they say it rives upside your head, mmmm.
But when it's rone, ronery in the morning you're bound to wish that you was rying dead.

My mind is rambring and rambring just rike some rorring stone, no,
since that nightmare's come to stay with me, baby, my thoughts just don't berong.
They say the brues is just a bad dream, they say it rives upside your head.
But when they visit you around midnight, you're bound to wish that you were rying dead.