the day i was born the moon crossed the sun mama cried sweet jesus what have i done lord have mercy on my unfortunate son before i drew my second breath mama knew shed just given birth to the king of the blues and on that day somewhere somebody else died alone in a dark room and nobody cried cause there can only be one and i cant be denied outriders told everybody the news the king is dead long live the king of the blues im the king of the blues thirteenth of the line the first of my name and the last of my kind one foot in the grave one hand on the handle of time descended directly from st john the conqueroo im the high priest of heartache and the king of the blues im a lover a fighter a prophet a fool the keeper of confidences the lord of misrule a consummate jack of all trades of the dickensian school but they aint never made no love i couldnt lose im the last word of lonesome and the king of the blues