Song sung blue everybody knows one
Song sung blue every garden grows on
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song you sing 'em out again
Sing 'em out again
Song sung blue weeping like a willow
Song sung blue sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it get the feeling good you simply got no choice
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song you sing 'em out again
Song sung blue weeping like a willow...
Song sung blue song sung blue song sung blue