Dad’s Blues Songtext
von Sylvester Weaver

Come up close and listen to my song
Come up close and listen to my song
I′ve almost cursed the day
That my baby boy was born


I'm gonna sing these blues
Sing ′em like I never sang before
I'm gonna sing these blues
Sing 'em like I never sang before
I′m going to sing these blues
Sing ′em if I never sing no more

Ahh, son, I'm getting old and grey
Ahh, son, I′m getting old and grey
And I hate to see you
Running around this way

Old folk says, "Rolling stone gathers no moss"
Old folk says, "Rolling stone gathers no moss"
But let me tell you, my boy
Never let a woman be your boss