King of the Blues

I see a man whose face
 Shows the trace
 Of where his life has been
 I see the telltale signs of bitterness
 Sinkin' in
 And this barroom mirror reflects no tears
 When there's nothing left to lose
 Just the face that's facing the bitter truth
 And the king of the blues
 King, king of the blues
 Won't you look at him now
 And walk in his shoes
 King, king of the blues
 He's got nothin' left, no nothing left to lose
 There's a lonely house
 That sits cross town
 Once happiness lived there
 Now those memories echo down the hall
 He just sits and stares
 He's traded life for memories
 He's got nothing left to lose
 Outside on a broken couch
 Sits the king of the blues
 King, king of the blues
 Won't you look at him now
 And walk in his shoes
 King, king of the blues
 He's got nothin' left, no nothing left to lose