Scrapper Blackwell - Blue Day Blues
One day I sit thinking: When the rain pour down outside
And the more I thought: The more I began to cry
Today has been: A long old lonesome day
And it looks like tomorrow: Going to be the same old way
My days seem lonesome: And my nights they are so long
I'll be mighty glad: When them old blue days are gone
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