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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Hines
Gregory Hines
Vocals
Tonya Pinkins
Tonya Pinkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jelly Roll Morton
Jelly Roll Morton
Composer
Susan Birkenhead
Susan Birkenhead
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Z. Shepard
Thomas Z. Shepard
Producer
Ben Rizzi
Ben Rizzi
Mixing Engineer
David Merrill
David Merrill
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

One day the world is sittin' in your sweet young hand
Then all at once you turn around
And there you stand
A face you barely recognize
The little lines around the eye
Talkin' 'bout the last chance blues
Legs are gettin' slower
But I got nowhere to go
Money gettin' lower
And people sayin' no
Broken dreams and wasted bets
Now and then, a few regrets
Talk about your last chance blues
Ain't it fun?
Ain't it great?
Dressed to the nines
And ten years out of date
New York Times
Says I'm yesterday's news
I got the last chance blues
What if I whispered low
Sweet man, I need you so
Just once
Kept my finger off the fuse
But I had to fight
Prove I was right
And that's the thing about the last chance blues
What if I never lied?
What if just once, I tried to say
How I really feel
Instead of pushin' her away?
If I'd known what I had to lose
I wouldn't be singin' these last chance blues
If I saw her standing there (If I saw him standing there, mean as hell, I wouldn't care)
Looking hotter than hell (I would tell him hey)
I wouldn't care (You gotta listen to me)
I'd say, baby (Shout loud, he would hear, well don't you know I'll always love you)
I love you (Damn it, don't refuse)
Don't make sing the last chance blues
Now that I know
What I could lose
I don't wanna sing
The last chance blues
Written by: Jelly Roll Morton, Susan Birkenhead
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