The Storyheads - Peter Tree

Those autumn leaves
Falling down
Covering me
Once and a while
That old tree bends
Losing his guarantee
You say, sing the blues with me
If I took you to bar
You wouldn’t fit in
They don’t need your pain
They’ve got troubles of their own
And they will cut you down
So let’s just stand here in the rain
You say, sing the blues with me
I always looked up to you
You bend with the breeze
Hold on to your falling crown
You’re shedding your leaves
And now I’m wearing your clothes
It’s not like us to be down
I say, sing the blues with me

Written by:
Phil Stanford

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