Lou Rawls - Blues for the Weepers lyrics

The gay lights of glamor Are darkened by drama By the blues that I sing for my theme All the soft singing sisters And the torch bearing misters Who just come to listen and dream The soft lights are glowing The champagne is flowing In each customer's eye there is a gleam They are the weary and the weepless The sad-eyed and the sleepless Who just come ot listen, and to dream Now the black of the night Rings of blues in the night Somehow they both seem to belong They're the sad eyed and the gay ones The real hip hooray ones They hang on to each and every word of my song For I sing of their drama Their fast fading glamor And the blues that I sing is the theme For the soft singing sisters And the torch bearing misters Who just come to listen And they come to dream Blues for the weepers I said the black of the night Brings the blues in the night Somehow they seem to belong And the blues that I sing is a theme For the soft singing sisters And the torch bearing misters Who just come to listen And they come to dream