What a Shame - Foghat

Room 57 in the midnight hour

I’m fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour

I’m thinkin' 'bout the people I’ve been talkin' to

Been here a long time and nobody knew

Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city

What a shame, what a shame

What a shame, what a shame

Good music on the radio

A whole lotta people don’t wanna know

They say that black is black and white is white

You can’t cross over 'cause it don’t seem right

Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city

What a shame, what a shame

What a shame, what a shame

Ain’t it shame, ain’t it a pity, the bluebird’s gone from the windy city

What a shame, what a shame

What a shame, what a shame