Even God Must Get The Blues

Pick up any morning paper
 Turn on the six o'clock news
 The devil's been so busy lately
 That even God must get the blues
 A young man lies there in the street
 His life gone like it was nothing to lose
 And for the shoes there on his feet
 Yes, even God must get the blues
 When this rain falls down from Heaven
 It must be the angels crying
 From all the sorrow in the world tonight
 A young girl hides her face in shame
 So they can't see
 It's been battered and bruised
 Like she's the one to blame
 Yes, even God must get the blues
 Pick up any evening paper
 Turn on the ten o'clock news, yeah, now
 The devil's been so busy lately
 That even God must get the blues
 Yeah, even God must get the blues