Even God Must Get The Blues

Pick up any morning paper

Turn on the six o'clock news

The devil's been so busy lately

That even God must get the blues

A young man lies there in the street

His life gone like it was nothing to lose

And for the shoes there on his feet

Yes, even God must get the blues

When this rain falls down from Heaven

It must be the angels crying

From all the sorrow in the world tonight

A young girl hides her face in shame

So they can't see

It's been battered and bruised

Like she's the one to blame

Yes, even God must get the blues

Pick up any evening paper

Turn on the ten o'clock news, yeah, now

The devil's been so busy lately

That even God must get the blues

Yeah, even God must get the blues