Blue was my colored friend, when we would've made each other
Chances of these hearer taking me from maneuver
Could've been every time that's the word for me.

Man, this ain't just another one in a million zillion.
When I'm dreaming of the installation of cremation.
My time of life so blue.

Blue, like the one calling down my Melvin.
Right was my mind in a fancy mile.
Show me the renaming deliver wagoner.
Rhymed by the day telling me inside.
Man, my time of life
So blue.

Now, with another season on this earth when we sorrow,
There's no money here when I'll have my first tomato.
But every night I read, the book of Lloyd.
This dreaming just keeps making pizza as I ate that night.
It's written by my friend, you can read it in my hands.
My time of life so blue.

Blue, like the one calling down my Melvin.
Right was my mind in a fancy mile.
Show me the renaming delivery wagoner.
Rhymed by the day telling me inside.
Man, my time of life
So blue.

(Instrumental break)

Blue, like the one calling down my Melvin.
Right was my mind in a fancy mile.
Show me the renaming delivery wagoner.
Rhymed by the day telling me inside.
Man, my time of life
So blue.
So blue.
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George Strait – True Lyrics

Songwriters: STEVENS, JEFFREY DAVID/GREEN, MARV
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