Genre: Blues

A great love come and gone can be as devastating to a man as a hurricane—
blowing a life and happiness to bits. All that’s left to do is sing the blues.

There’s a strong wind blowing
And I feel I’m losing my grip
There’s a strong wind blowing
And I feel I’m losing my grip
Feels like if it keeps blowing
I gonna lose those lovin’ lips…oh yeah

Well I guess I had a warning
That things would never be the same
Well I guess I had a warning
That things would never be the same
Never thought I’d lose my house
And you would wanna change your name…oh no

I couldn’t find a safe harbor
When the big storm finally hits
I couldn’t find a safe harbor
When the big storm finally hits
The water just got too high
And I was in a sinking ship…oh yeah

Now the storm has come and gone
But I’m left with these category 5 blues
Now the storm has come and gone
But I’m left with these category 5 blues
Well I didn’t lose my life
But baby it’s not the same without you
                                                           
Yeah the big storm is all gone
But not these category 5 blues…whoa yeah