Gary Moore. Story of the blues (№ 372610)

My baby she left me, my baby she's gone.
My sweet little angel
has spread her wings and flown.
Can't think of a reason for going on.
From this day I will play the blues.
My girlfriend left me my girlfriend left.
My sweet little angel
He spread his wings and flew away.
I see no reason to continue to live on.
I'll play the Blues.