Black and Blue (review)
Time Magazine
April 14, 1952
Black and Blue
Louis Armstrong
Cold empty bed, springs hurt my head
Feels like ole ned, wished I was dead
What did I do, to be so black and blue?
Even the mouse, ran from my house
They laugh at you, and all that you do
What did I do, to be so black and blue
I'm white, inside, but, that dont help my case
Thats life, cant hide, what is in my face
How would it end, aint got a friend
My only sin, is in my skin
What did I do, to be so black and blue?
How would it end, I ain't got a friend
My only sin, is in my skin
What did I do, to be so black and blue?
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