Born in 1963 In the shadow of KennedyI’m still a kid when the levee breaks Man, oh man, that’s all it takes And I'm on my way Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own But all I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It’s just not done Back in black and I'm 17I’ve been told, son, let it be I got these lines upon my face now A room at the heartbreak hotel Yeah yeahOh well, oh well Ah yeahBoy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own All I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It's just not done Oh well, oh well AlrightBoy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own But all I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It’s just not done
Born in 1963 In the shadow of KennedyI’m still a kid when the levee breaks Man, oh man, that’s all it takes And I'm on my way Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own But all I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It’s just not done Back in black and I'm 17I’ve been told, son, let it be I got these lines upon my face now A room at the heartbreak hotel Yeah yeahOh well, oh well Ah yeahBoy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own All I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It's just not done Oh well, oh well AlrightBoy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from If you walk across those railroad tracks Son, you’re on your own But all I know is what I feel, and it can’t be wrong Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues Where you come from Where you come from It’s just not done
