Next Door To The Blues - Etta James

Sorrow

Is the street that I’m living on Across Pain Avenue

In a town call Moan

The people I see are sadder than me A river of tears

Don’t you know it flows by my door

And I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

Yes I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

And after all I’ve been through

I’ve had to move

Oh Lord

Next door to the Blues

Memory

You can tell it in my talk

My heart hurts

Even when I walk

I cry on A pillar made of stone

Pity is my name

And that thing called love is to blame

And I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

Yes I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

And after all I’ve been through

I’ve had to move, oh Lord

Next door to the Blues

Bittersweet

Is the food that I cook

My only joy is in a storybook

The talk I give

Every word brings a tear

Every hello

Just ends with a sad goodbye

And I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

Yes I’m living

(Next door to the Blues)

And after all I’ve been through

I’ve had to move, Oh Lord

Next door to the Blues