Harmonica Man Heals the Blues

Play a sad song for me harmonica man My mood is bummed out, I feel second hand Keep it smooth but no high note My mood is low, I will only gloat. Let the song remind me of a love I lost I’ll pay you well whatever the cost so much like ‘love story’ crying on my pillow I am lovesick like a weeping willow. The saving of hope is futile, it’s stifling me Play harmonica man until you can see my heart shedding the memories to get thru snuffing the past to let life become new