It would make a women giggle
and 'twould make a grown man cry,
but there's a blues I shall not shake
even past the day I die.

A kind of blues that's reckless
because we flew by the seat of our pants,
whether we ever was even with the girl
will haunt us at the chance.

She could've been any different woman
one could've cheated with, or without;
or maybe I never even tried
because I couldn't quite figure her out.

Or maybe a perfect stranger
like an extraordinary treat,
who slipped right through my fingers
and could've made my life complete.

These women will haunt us
memories scorned by circumstance,
haunting us for failing them
when we chose not to take the chance.

But for whatever reasons
we each let them slip away,
blue women can never collect their dues
but they'll make you wish that you could pay!