Written by：Eddie Wilcox

It's late

And I'm stuck with a heart

That is comin' apart

At the seams

I hate

To be givin' the game up

But life is a frame up

Of dreams

I miss my baby so much

Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I find

That I'm sharin' a rut

With some gloom you could cut

With a knife

My mind

Isn't walkin' in glory

But such is the story

Of life

I miss my baby so much

Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I'm tired of horoscopin'

Wish the door would open

And bring me a wild surprise

I wish the coast were clear now

Wish that he were here now

Lookin' up through half close eyes

It's strange

How a world goes contrary

With one temporary

Goodbye

One change

And I'm makin' up rhymes

Wonderin' how many times

Can I die

I miss my baby so much

Guess I've got a touch of the blues

I miss my baby so much

Guess I've got a touch o' the blu