Chris Rea "Where the Blues Come From" lyrics

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Where the Blues Come From

When a griot sings his perfect songI found the place where I belongWhat the griot sings I recogniseThat soulful tune that made me cryThe story born inside his songI finally foundWhere the blues came from

His music came from a distant landIt moved and changedWith the desert sandUpon the shores of hell his music frozeAnd came to be what we all now knowWhere the blues come from

A wise old man he told me thisWhere the pain you feelAnd the music kissMelted down into a devil’s brewThe sadness came and she turned it blueWhen you’re lonelyYou will know this songWhen it hurts so deepAnd stays so longThough its dark you knowWhere you belongThen you will knowWhere the blues come from

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