George Jones

Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyes
These things are the colors of the blues
In the mail your letter came the ink and paper looked the same
Blue must be the color of the blues
Bluebird's singin' in the trees seems to sympathize with me
But he's not singing like he used to do
The pearly waters in the sea feel as cold as you left me
Blue must be the color of the blues
[ fiddle ]