"I got a sweet little angel
I love the way she spread her wings."
-B.B. King
Spinnin' quarters at the bar
B.B. singin' the blues and
All my friends are here tonight
Jim and Jack and from way down
South, Jose, and they're keepin' me comp'ny
'Since she left me
And B.B. says, let 'er go
And Ray says, I'm better off alone
And Jim tells me to keep on drinkin'
'Til the mornin' and sure enough
The world will light up again
My family tells me I'm drownin'
But they ain't around at
Two in the mornin'
When e'erything hurts the most
It's just Jim, Jack and from down past
The border, Jose, and these quarters I'm spinnin'
Are waitin' for me to play
Another song from the jukebox
About how she's lost, and I've got
A broken heart and a few friends
To keep me 'round here listenin'
To the same old story
And keepin' comp'ny with
A deck of cards, a shotglass
A handful of bottles and
A half-pack of cigarettes,
Everything I've loved since
I decided I wasn't gonna
Love her no more.
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