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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Newman
Piano
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Nathan East
Bass
Jeff Porcaro
Drums
David Paich
Organ
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Lennny Castro
Percussion
Dean Parks
Guitar
Neil Larsen
Piano
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Paul Simon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Newman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Fernandez
Assistant Engineer
Mark Linett
Mixing Engineer
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Russ Titelman
Producer
Bobby Hata
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
And a sailor
Oh
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy
Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we'd hit were the blues
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's really got the blues
Writer(s): Randy Newman
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