Peggy Sang The Blues

	Peggy came to me in my sleep
	In the middle of the night, on a Friday night, last week
	She whispered, "Hush child and don't be scared
	I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share"
	And she said
	"It doesn't matter where you come from
	It matters where you go
	No one gets remembered
	For the things they didn't do"
	I said, "Peggy won't you stay here for awhile?
	We can drink whiskey, we can play cards and we can get wild"
	She said, "We can play poker and we'll play for keeps
	I only play angels lately and they never let me cheat"
	It doesn't matter where you come from
	It matters where you go
	And no one gets remembered in this listless life
	For the things they didn't do
	And you could say I had a good start
	And you could say I had class
	And you could say that I was born
	Beneath the ceiling made of glass
	But I always kept an open house
	And yeah, always did right by my friends
	And when it comes to Saint Peter's gate
	I told the people remember one who needs to make amends
	'Cause better times are coming
	Better times ahead
	And no one gets remembered
	My deathless child, don't rest too long in bed
	And Peggy said
	"It doesn't matter where you come from
	It matters where you go
	No one gets remembered in this listless, loveless life
	For the things they didn't do, now, now, now, now, now"
	Peggy sang the blues, I've been drifting off
	Peggy sang the blues as I've drifted off
	Well, Peggy sang the blues 'cause I drifted off
	Well, Peggy sang the blues, Peggy sang the blues