oh the daydreams i can create when the moonbeam is on the snowflake and lonesome is my only friend yeah i feel so forsaken like the good times are on vacation and ain t coming home again sitting here without her i get to thinking about her you know that feeling just ain t right cause she s in new york city and i m stranded in self pity don t you play no blues tonight cause your guitar will get to crying and i ll sure get to sighing from my hat down to my soul yeah there s a favor you can do me don t sing no sad songs to me cause buddy i already know if my luck would change i d catch myself and airplane i d leave you and these damned old blues behind but she s in new york city and i m stranded in self pity don t you sing no blues tonight yeah she s in new york city and i m stranded in self pity don t you sing no blues tonight