I gotta right to sing the blues, I gotta right to feel low-down,
I gotta right t' hang around, down around the river . . .
A certain gal in this ol' town, keeps draggin' my poor heart around,
All I see for me, is misery . . .
I gotta right to sing the blues, I gotta right to moan and sigh,
I gotta right to sit and cry, down around the river . . .
I kno' the deep blue sea, will soon be callin' me,
It must be love, say what you choose,
I gotta right to sing the blues! ( doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo, doo doo doo )
( He's gotta right to sing the blues ) I gotta right to sing the blues!
( He's gotta right to moan and sigh ) I gotta right t' moan and sigh!
( He's gotta right to sit an' cry ) sit an' cryin' down along the river!
I kno' the deep blue sea, will soon be callin' me,
It must be love, say what you choose,
I gotta right to sing the blues . . . the blues,
I gotta right ( the right! ) tonight ( tonight! )
I gotta right to sing the blues! ( doo doo, doo doo, doo wah! )
Music by Harold Arlen
with lyrics by Ted Koehler, 1932
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