Mr. Toquinho, bring your guitar along The city is lonely and foggy Let's send our troubles to the deuse Let's sing a song to love in the making In the aching, in the breaking In this god forsaken blues Mr. guitarman, let's go and get a bottle Ought to forget all forgiveness I'm just another weary soul No use pretending, got to face it Got to exit, understanding That I'll just have to end in the blues