Deacon Blue Fergus Sings The Blues
Fergus sings the Blues In bars of twelve or less I`m a stranger To the land To this wilderness All Things are possible But happen less and less This Is my country These Are my reasons `Cause I look In the mirror And it throws Back the question And I whisper in words That beg An answer Tell me Can This white man sing the blues Home Sick James My biggest Influence Tell Me why James and Bobby Purify I`m lost In music Sweet Soul music This Is my country These Are my reasons `Cause I look In the mirror And it throws Back the question And I whisper in words That beg An answer Yes I look In the mirror And it throws Back the question And I whisper in words That beg An answer Tell me Can This white man sing the blues From the north coast To the uplands Stay on the left side of the white lines From the Campsies Over Christmas I still dream of Memphis `Cause I look In the mirror And it throws Back the question And I whisper in words That beg An answer I got the blue blue world And I see The blue blue sky I got I got the blue blue ocean In My blue eye So tell me Can This white man sing the blues
