Man in a bar room, drinkin' his seven, spendin' his last dollar, two boxes of cigarettes. A baby came over and I was dizzy. Well, it's gone, it's really gone away for good. Right then, a wealthy man sat down beside him. I could hear him thinkin', he said, never heard blues like the King, baby. But just before the thrill was gone, tears were fallin' all along the train. He said, boy, everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Everybody's had someone along. It may not be the kindest way, but they won't be reminded. Of a lover always wantin', always losin'. It's gone away for good this time. Everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves the blues. Everybody loves it. Should I look up to myself? Everybody loves it. Everybody loves it. Everybody loves it.