Room 57 in the midnight hour, I'm fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour. I'm thinkin' 'bout the people I've been talkin' to, Been here a long time and nobody knew. Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity, the bluebird's gone from the windy city.
What a shame, what a shame, What a shame, what a shame.
Good music on the radio, A whole lotta people don't wanna know. They say that black is black and white is white, You can't cross over 'cause it don't seem right. Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity, the bluebird's gone from the windy city.
What a shame, what a shame, What a shame, what a shame.
{Rod - Solo}
Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity, the bluebird's gone from the windy city.
What a shame, what a shame, What a shame, what a shame.
Compositor: Roderick Price (Price Rod) (ASCAP)Editor: Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)Publicado em 2001 e lançado em 2009 (25/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #4384743 e fonograma #10250666 em 03/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM