Song Sung Blue, ev’rybody knows one;
Song Sung Blue, ev’ry garden grows one.
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then,
But, when you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again, sing them out again.
Song Sung Blue, weepin’ like a willow:
Song Sung Blue, sleepin’ on my pillow.
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice,
And before you know it, start to feelin’ good…you simply got no choice.
Song Sung Blue, ev’rybody knows one;
Song Sung Blue, ev’ry garden grows one.
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then,
But, when you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again, sing them out again.