In the foggy mountain rain,
there goes the midnight train,
and we can't buy a ticket for the ride.
This crumbled dollar bill,
oh God, I hope it will
Take us to a bar where we can hide
A shelter from the storm,
somewhere to keep us warm
For one more night of singing to survive
Oh, Blue Guitar, how beautiful you are,
For the years you kept this old hobo alive.
Oh, Mrs. Blue Guitar,
you're all I have to hold,
If I had been a star,
you'd wear strings of gold
But though I can't be worthy
of the lady that you are
I'll always love you, Mrs. Blue Guitar
In the foggy mountain rain
There goes the midnight train
And we can't buy a ticket for the ride
This crumbled dollar bill,
oh God, I hope it will
Take us to a bar where we can hide
A shelter from the storm,
somewhere to keep us warm
For one more night of singing to survive
Oh, Mrs. Blue Guitar,
how beautiful you are,
for the years you kept this old hobo alive.
Oh, Mrs. Blue Guitar,
you're all I have to hold.
If I had been a star,
you'd wear strings of gold
But though I can't be worthy
of the lady that you are
I'll always love you, Mrs. Blue Guitar
I'll always love you, Mrs. Blue Guitar
You