Everyone's Got the Blues on Sunday

Here comes Sadie

She's okay

She showed me her 45s

Down by the pool hall yesterday

Well hello Sadie

What's that you say?

Everyone's got the blues on Sunday

There goes Charlie

He's all right

He gave me a wet kiss

Outside the liquor store last night

Well so long Charlie

You're not to blame

Everyone's got the blues on Sunday

Turn to the left

Turn to the right

Till you see the man

Do you see him baby

With the wandering eye

Dig until you drop dig until you drop

I could be home

I could be home

I could be home free

I've been digging down below

Maybe it's garlic maybe it's gold

Maybe it's mercy maybe it's fate

Maybe it's the thought of you on Sunday