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Howard Hughes' Blues Lyrics - Artist : Hartford, John
Let me sing you a song about Vegas town
And poor old Howard Hughes Locked up there in his hotel suite Tryin' to find his shoes Well, he's got so much to lose How 'bout Howard Hughes and all his blues His nurses and his chauffeurs All stand around and sigh Watch the door and wait on him Whatever's on his mind That's a hell of a lot to do To guard old Howard Hughes and all his blues If he didn't have a nickel If he didn't have a dime He could do whatever he damn well please He could do it all the time But success is just a mess of overdues For old Howard Hughes and all of his blues Well, he's always in the papers He's always on the news No one knows who's usin' who Or even what's the truth Now who's getting' screwed Is if it's them or you know who And all his blues And way down younder on the Vegas strip Where the regular people pass Someone said he's not too well Heard he's sinkin' fast But that's unofficial sources to the news About poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues If he didn't have a nickel If he didn't have a dime He could do whatever he damn well please He could do it all the time Success is just a mess of overdues For poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues Now everybody's writin' their books about him Some of them are awful long Didn't really have all that much time So I thought I'd just write this song Gotta get me in a few licks too About poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues If he didn't have a nickel If he didn't have a dime He could do whatever he damn well please He could do it all the time Success is just a mess of overdues For poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues |
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