| Song | The Blues Keep Coming |
| Artist | Little Feat |
| Album | Rooster Rag |
| The snows are melting, the river’s on the rise | |
| I’m looking for shelter, there’s not a place to hide | |
| The wind is whipping like | |
| I never seen before | |
| Bearing down like a freight train just outside my door | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore | |
| Cut loose and set adrift, a million miles of dust | |
| On deserted roads and rusted skied, years of fading hope and trust | |
| A thousand shouting voices now a distant roar | |
| I’m left here in this darkness these many miles from shore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore | |
| In my dreams it’s a long long way to heaven | |
| I see an angel floating in the sky | |
| In my prayers when it’s two shades south of midnight | |
| Give me wings that | |
| I might fly | |
| A telling lie with unforgiving days | |
| And if I threw the dice | |
| I would’ve lost them anyway | |
| Now I need that angel to hold me tight | |
| Give me some lovin’, help me make it through just one more night | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can’t stop them anymore |
| The snows are melting, the river' s on the rise | |
| I' m looking for shelter, there' s not a place to hide | |
| The wind is whipping like | |
| I never seen before | |
| Bearing down like a freight train just outside my door | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore | |
| Cut loose and set adrift, a million miles of dust | |
| On deserted roads and rusted skied, years of fading hope and trust | |
| A thousand shouting voices now a distant roar | |
| I' m left here in this darkness these many miles from shore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore | |
| In my dreams it' s a long long way to heaven | |
| I see an angel floating in the sky | |
| In my prayers when it' s two shades south of midnight | |
| Give me wings that | |
| I might fly | |
| A telling lie with unforgiving days | |
| And if I threw the dice | |
| I would' ve lost them anyway | |
| Now I need that angel to hold me tight | |
| Give me some lovin', help me make it through just one more night | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore | |
| The blues keep coming, | |
| I can' t stop them anymore |