Lady sing the blues so well

As if she mean it

As if it's hell down here

In the smoke-filled world

Where the jokes are cold

They don't laugh at jokes

They laugh at tragedies

Corner street societies

But they believe her

They never leave her

While she sings she make them feel things

She says, I can sing this song so blue

That you will cry in spite of you

Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

And I have walked these streets so long

There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong

But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret

Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets

Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree

She says, I'm free

Sings so soft as if she'll break, says

I can sing this song so blue

That you will cry in spite of you

Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

I have walked these streets so long

There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong

But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

But on this stage

I've learned to fly

Learned to sing

And learned to cry

Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

But now it's time

To say goodbye

Some might laugh

But I will surely cry

Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette

Puffs away, and winter comes

And she forgets