Learnin’ The Blues - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

Learnin' The Blues

The tables are empty

The dance floor’s deserted

You play the same love song

It’s the tenth time you’ve heard it And that’s the beginning

Just one of those clues

You’ve had your first lesson

In learning the blues

The cigarettes you light

One after another

Won’t help you forget her

Or the way that you love her

You’re only burning

A torch you can’t move

But you’re on the right track

For learning the blues

When you’re at home alone

The blues will haunt you constantly

When you’re out in a crowd

The blues will haunt your memory

The nights when you don’t sleep

The whole night you’re crying

But you can’t forget her

Soon you’ll stop trying

You’ll walk the floor

And wear out your shoes

When you’re feeling your heart break

You’re learning the blues