Every night I go to work

In the morning I come home

Working like a dog in search of one more measly bone

Every now and every then I lose my point of view

Cause I've had the blues since I last laid eyes on you

Every time I hear that train

I think it's time to go

Every time the seasons change and that cold wind starts to blow

Way down south in Mexico that surely ought to do

Cause I get the blues every time I think of you

If the stars could have their way we'd be together again

Sharing life from day to day through thick and thin

Every night I go to work

In the morning, I come home

Working like a dog trying to dig up one more measly bone

In between I try my best to catch a wink or two

But I've had the blues since I last laid eyes on you

There's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below

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