EPISODE · Oct 13, 2025 · 7 MIN
Blue (Doo Be Doo Be Doo) by Tennessee Wayne
from The Crime Of The Century Podcast · host Matt Love
Gonna tell ya a tale, a tall one at that. 'Bout a man, not so big, trapped in the blue. He swam in it, this blue soup, all day, all night, no escape, no way to get out. Looked 'round, what'd he see? Just blue, blue, blue. Squeezed his eyes shut, looked again. Still blue! Inside, outside, like a boiled egg. [Chorus] Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo His house, a faded bruise. His window, a cold, cold eye. His Corvette, a whale's gut, sittin' in a swamp of blue. Every damn thing, a blue whisper, a blue shout, a blue groan. And all the others, blue as a corpse's lip. 'Cause ain't nobody to hear him, ain't nobody to listen. He's got the blue collar blues. He's got the blues. [Chorus] Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo The house... it's blue. The window... it's blue. The clothes he wears, a ragged bruise, a blue flag. The streets, they're blue as a frozen river. And the trees, they moan blue, too. His girlfriend, a blue ghost, drifts through the blue swamp. [Chorus] Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo The people, they shuffle 'round, blue as a shadow on a moonless night. My Corvette, in and out, a blue scream, a blue sigh. Words from his mouth, blue spit. Thoughts in his head, a blue sickness. Feelings in his gut, a blue jelly, shakin' and shiverin' down inside. He's got the blue collar blues. He's got the blues. [Chorus] Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo Doo be doo be doo
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