Ann Hampton Callaway - The I'm-Too-White-To-Sing-The-Blues Blues lyrics

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Disregard the name

“Ann Hampton Callaway”

English, Scottish, Irish

A honky all the way

Lionel wasn’t pappy

Neither was ol’ Cab

Ev’ry day I curse the way

My life is dull and drab

Go on and spread the news

I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!

Got a payin’ job

A man who’s good and true

A spacious flat in New York City

How could I be blue?

My credit cards are paid up

Except for MasterCard

If my life is such a piece of cake

Tell me why is it so hard?

I ought to hit the booze

I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!

BRIDGE

Well, I dig my Ethel Waters

Bessie Smith takes my breath away

And I live for ev’ry word of pain

From Billie Holiday

Sometimes when I’m lonely

I think I have my chance

I try to sing St. Louis Blues

To my cat and my houseplants

But my cat gets catatonic

My violets start to shrink

When the ivy starts to climb the walls

It’s time to pour a drink

Each time I try, I los

e I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!

INSTRUMENTAL

BRIDGE

3rd VERSE REPEAT

CODA

Each time I try I lose

Spoken “Come to me Patti LaBelle”

Ah…huh!

Spoken “Oh, that was pathetic!”

I know you feel that way, too, sometimes, don’t ya

You listen to the radio and say

“Hey, I wanna sing like that”

But first you make sure that no one is spying on you

And then you let it out in your shower

And you feel so fantastic

Until you find out

Your girlfriend or your boyfriend

Or your husband or your wife

Or your cat or your dog

Is making fun of you

You, too, have the I&amp;#8217;m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!<br />

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Thanks to Razvan