Blues before my time

I don’t claim to be old

And I have no desire

To get there too soon

But this story must be told

The blues before my time

They tear me down and then

They fill my heart and make me whole

The blues before my time

Most say it’s just a sadness

But they don’t really know

How the blues is but a mirror

Of the way we live and how we love

The blues before my time…

If it’s crying that I’m needing

I can do it with the blues

Then when I through I’ll cry with joy

And put on my dancing shoes

The blues before my time…

I’ve never been downtrodden

For fault of being black

But those who’ve gone and left this legacy

It’s them I’d like to thank

GUILLOU/GIDDEY 6/2008