Her close friends have gathered Lord ain't it a shame
Grieving together sharing the blame
But when she was dying Lord we let her down
There's no use crying it can't help her now.
The party's all over drink up and go home
It's too late to love her and leave her alone
Just say she was someone Lord so far from home
Whose life was so lonesome she died all alone.
Who dreamed pretty dreams that never came true
Lord, why was she born so black and blue?
Oh, why was she born so black and blue?...