The night is mighty chilly And conversation seems pretty silly I feel so mean and rot I'd rather have the blues than what I've got The room is dark and gloomy You don't know what you're doing to me The web has got me caught I'd rather have the blues than what I've got All night I walk the city Watching the people go by I try to sing a little ditty But all that comes out is a sigh The street looks very frightening The rain begins and then comes lightning It seems love's gone to pot I'd rather have the blues than what I've got All night I walk the city Watching the people go by I try to sing a little ditty But all that comes out is a sigh The wind is blowing colder It looks like love is stale and older My luck don't look so hot I'd rather have the blues than what I've got