Somewhere in this big city a fine young lady's getting dressed
She's going down to the blues club to hear the sounds that she loves best
Modern music just don't move her, rap and country 'n' all the rest
She's going out all alone to check out a new blues band
Her girlfriends won't go with her, no they just don't understand
That's too bad, but she don't need them and she ain't lookin' for a man
To her nothing sounds so good as a ringing slide guitar
She loves it slow and deep, and she feels it in her heart
She says, "Hush, I'm trying to listen", when men hit on her at the bar
A lady so fine and soulful can still be blue that's for sure
She might make lots of money, but a troubled heart can make her poor
And if blues is her sadness, then blues music is her cure