[(Guitar Music Playing)] All the music that I love Comes from their art, they come from Blues The words are never the same To express what Blues is I put my joys, I put my sorrows And all of that, it becomes Blues I sing it as much as I love it And I will always sing it A long time ago, on guitars With black hands, I gave it the day To sing the sorrows and the hopes To sing God and then love The music will live As long as the Blues will live The Blues means that I love you And that I have trouble dying I cry but I still sing It's my prayer to keep you All the music that I love Comes from their art, they come from Blues The words are never the same To express what Blues is [(Guitar Music Playing)] I put my joys, I put my sorrows And all of that, it becomes Blues I sing it as much as I love it And I will always sing it A long time ago, on guitars With black hands, I gave it the day To sing the sorrows and the hopes To sing God and then love The Blues means that I love you And that I have trouble dying I cry but I still sing It's my prayer to keep you All the music that I love Comes from their art, they come from Blues The words are never the same To express what Blues is All the music that I love Hey hey hey [(Guitar Music Playing)] All the music that I love Comes from their art, they come from Blues All the music that I love [(Guitar Music Playing)] All the music that I love [(Guitar Music Fades Out)]