Baddest Blues - Beth Hart, Joe Bonamassa

My love has come along

My dreams become air so

My days have arrived, yea sunny

Funny why all so blue

The man is like a drug

In the late night when I can’t get enough

Love in all its splendor

Surrender its every blow

Where is the blues that I know?

This is love, what was I thinking?

This is love, what the hell am I, am I gonna do?

And that man, he got me sinking

To the bottom of the blue

It’s what I choose

Love is the baddest blues

The joy versus the kind

No, my joy, it ain’t the same

So I put it plain and simple

Just like front page news

Love is the baddest blues

Love is the baddest blues

This is love, what was I thinking?

This is love, what the hell am I, am I gonna do?

And that man, he got me sinking

To the bottom of the blue

Guess that I, I’ll lose

Love is the baddest blues