Pick up any morning paper Turn on the six o'clock news The devil's been so busy lately That even God must get the blues A young man lies there in the street His life gone like it was nothing to lose And for the shoes there on his feet Yes, even God must get the blues When this rain falls down from Heaven It must be the angels crying From all the sorrow in the world tonight A young girl hides her face in shame So they can't see It's been battered and bruised Like she's the one to blame Yes, even God must get the blues Pick up any evening paper Turn on the ten o'clock news, yeah, now The devil's been so busy lately That even God must get the blues Yeah, even God must get the blues