document.write("Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,<br />Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,<br />     I heard a Negro play.<br />Down on Lenox Avenue the other night<br />By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light<br />     He did a lazy sway . . .<br />     He did a lazy sway . . .<br />To the tune o\\\' those Weary Blues.<br />With his ebony hands on each ivory key<br />He made that poor piano moan with melody.<br />     O Blues!<br />Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool<br />He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.<br />     Sweet Blues!<br />Coming from a black man\\\'s soul.<br />     O Blues!<br />In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone<br />I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--<br />     \\\"Ain\\\'t got nobody in all this world,<br />       Ain\\\'t got nobody but ma self.<br />       I\\\'s gwine to quit ma frownin\\\'<br />       And put ma troubles on the shelf.\\\"<br /><br />Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.<br />He played a few chords then he sang some more--<br />     \\\"I got the Weary Blues<br />       And I can\\\'t be satisfied.<br />       Got the Weary Blues<br />       And can\\\'t be satisfied--<br />       I ain\\\'t happy no mo\\\'<br />       And I wish that I had died.\\\"<br />And far into the night he crooned that tune.<br />The stars went out and so did the moon.<br />The singer stopped playing and went to bed<br />While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.<br />He slept like a rock or a man that\\\'s dead.");