She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset
She made the tune, and everybody loved it
She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet

1,2,3

She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset

She made the tune, and everybody loved it
She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet
She fell asleep when she died at sunset


50 years and not a day of regret
It was here, at the show, that I'd say we first met

You were workin' at the bar, I was playin' in the band
We were starting in an hour, and the singer couldn't stand


But you knew all the words to our songs
Every jazz standard, and the ballads all along
And the last answer that we heard was applause

You're a bad dancer for a girl without flaws, but

We were signed by the end of the concert

Opening for Chet, Tony, and Frank Sinatra
Living the dream, and you winked from behind
And I closed my eyes every time that you cried cause


It was a gift for the voice of a goddess
Even when I would sit by your bed in the hospice

And we watched the lonely sun go down
Sayin', "what's that sound?" I said, "baby it's the crowd."


She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset
She made the tune, and everybody loved it
She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet

She fell asleep when she died at sunset

She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset

She made the tune, and everybody loved it
She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet
She fell asleep when she died at sunset


And we played, even at the wedding day
Reunite on the stage, we were old and grey

Went across the continent, traveled on the airwaves
Everybody knew her name, wrote a book, closed the page


And they had offered her a solo project but
She would never sign, cause I couldn't come with
Though I told her it was fine, I would follow all her steps

But she chose to stay behind, not the god complex

Now the kids reminisce in the photographs

Proud that she could take the world with another hand
Holding hers, try to beat the rhythm of her heart
But it wasn't any good, it was the end of the song


She sang the blues, but I could play the drumset
She made the tune, then I would say I loved it

She'd count to three, I wasn't even done yet
She fell asleep when she died at sunset