"The Real Blues" lyrics - PAUL HEATON

I shoulda learned the blues guitar
Slunk in the corner of a local bar
Sweet home Chicago, but not that far
Remember your shoes when you follow a star

You can't sing "My baby gone done me wrong"
If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song
And it don't make sense to sing "I'm lonely and blue"
As soon as she's gone there's twenty more in the queue

I shoulda learned to blow the harp
When you blow the harp your troubles start
You bend the notes then fall apart
Shut your mouth and mute your heart

If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled
You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed
If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good
It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood

Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues

I shoulda known to learn the sax
To paper over the personal cracks
To play a solitary note
The lonest longest anecdote

Singing baby come back is the finest of arts?
He'll make it sound like its straight from his heart
He's pleading you together but he's loving apart
And he'll see straight through if you're quick and you're smart

I shoulda taught myself one truth
Attractive folk from other room
A party piece to woo the guests
When neither looks nor words impress

When singing she's leaving there's a crack in his voice
'Cause no one who left was ever offered the choice
Baby returns all the flowers I sent
'Cause she's used to getting presents that are only to lend

Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues

So he sings of a love he could never quite find
The soul I was searching but never quite blind?
I'm not short sighted but it's never been blind
The love he discovered wasn't her kind

I shoulda learned the eight bar blues
But first you gotta have enough to lose
That loner with a
You gotta lose a girl before you a boy

So the truth comes out at the end of the song
You can't sing it right if your heart is so wrong
The deepest blues and the saddest refrain
Is locked up tight with a clock on your brain

Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues

You could spend all your life trying to master the beat
'Cause you can't feel the blues unless you got wet feet
Sing a real sad blues
Let's sing a real sad blues

The morning you broke? the friends that you missed
You can't sing the blues if...