From “Fox Movietone Follies”, 1929
Words by Con Conrad, Sidney D. Mitchell and Archie Gottler
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Just think, tonight is Thanksgiving
Everyone’s going somewhere
Nobody knows that I’m living
They pass me by, I wonder why
Chorus:
I’m all alone every night
How I moan and how I fight
Those big city blues
I walk for miles place to place
No one smiles to help me chase
Those big city blues
I’m like a little tot
Who needs a lot of tenderness and care
All I’ve got is just a lot
Of sorrow and despair
Won’t someone please
Talk to me, don’t refuse
Hear my plea and help me lose
Those big city blues
Patter
Each evening at six P. M.
Lights light and I look at them
I’m hoping that some nice person
Will meet me, greet me
Before I know it it’s twelve o’clock
I feel like jumping off a dock
Because I haven’t found a person
To cheer me, dear me
No one ever comes near me
- Tho I look forward to new days
Somehow they never appear
Life gives me nothing but blue days
Why should it be picking on me?