Story of the Blues / Gary Moore (1992) My baby she left me, my baby she's gone. My sweet little angel has spread her wings and flown. Can't think of a reason for going on. From this day I will play the blues. She said it was over, this time it's the end. Bad luck and trouble gonna be my only friend. I still can't believe it, after all we've been through. Everyday I will play the blues. Everybody..
