Pick up any morning paper

Turn on the 6 o’clock news

The devil’s been so busy lately

That even God must get the blues



A young man lies there in the street

His life gone like it was nothing to lose

And for the shoes they’re on his feet

Yes even God must get the blues



When this rain falls down from heaven

It must be the angels crying

For all the sorrow in the world tonight



A young girl hides her face in shame

So they can’t see it’s been battered and bruised

Like she’s the one to blame

Yes even God must get the blues



Pick up any evening paper

Turn on the 10 o’clock news

The devil’s been so busy lately

That even God must get the blues



Even God must get the blues