Old man with his beard so long
Grumbling like he's got a wrong song
Every November he's feeling down
You'd think there was no joy to be found
Walking streets with furrowed brow
He's got a secret but not for now
Smoke from the chimney fills the air
But he just sits back in his chair
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Neighbors smile and wave hello
He nods back but his heart's in woe
December's creeping like a ruthless thief
Stirring up his hidden grief
Kids with their letters and hopeful eyes
Unaware of his deep disguise
He hates November for what it brings
And all that shiny Christmas bling
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Beating Edge - November Blues Lyrics
Beating Edge - November Blues Lyrics
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Old man with his beard so long
Grumbling like he's got a wrong song
Every November he's feeling down
You'd think there was no joy to be found
Walking streets with furrowed brow
He's got a secret but not for now
Smoke from the chimney fills the air
But he just sits back in his chair
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Neighbors smile and wave hello
He nods back but his heart's in woe
December's creeping like a ruthless thief
Stirring up his hidden grief
Kids with their letters and hopeful eyes
Unaware of his deep disguise
He hates November for what it brings
And all that shiny Christmas bling
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Grumbling like he's got a wrong song
Every November he's feeling down
You'd think there was no joy to be found
Walking streets with furrowed brow
He's got a secret but not for now
Smoke from the chimney fills the air
But he just sits back in his chair
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Neighbors smile and wave hello
He nods back but his heart's in woe
December's creeping like a ruthless thief
Stirring up his hidden grief
Kids with their letters and hopeful eyes
Unaware of his deep disguise
He hates November for what it brings
And all that shiny Christmas bling
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he's numb and glum
Writer: Tommaso Ressa
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