You can hear it in her voice
She likes herself a whiskey and smoke
You can hear it in her voice
She likes herself a whiskey and smoke
Singing a heartache melody
A heart so often broke
Hear her from the juke joint
All the way to the street corner
Hear her from the juke joint
All the way to the street corner
That lady is singing the blues
And she sure is a soulful mourner
Oh, she can't stop, Singing the blues
No, she can't stop, Singing the blues, no, no, no
Listen to her pain spill out
As each and every note does flow
Hear her voice as it echoes
Hear it in the midnight air
Hear her voice as it echoes
Hear it in the midnight air
Think of it as a siren's call
It's a burden she can't bear
So raise your glass you menfolk
Raise it for the woman who weeps
So raise your glass you menfolk
Raise it for the woman who weeps
You're the reason her voice is a storm
You're the reason her wounds are so deep
Oh, she can't stop, Singing the blues
No, she can't stop, Singing the blues, no, no, no
Listen to her pain spill out
As each and every note does flow