Everyone's Got The Blues On Sunday Lyrics by Wild Strawberries
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Here comes SadieShe's okayShe showed me her 45sDown by the pool hall yesterdayWell hello SadieWhat's that you say?Everyone's got the blues on SundayThere goes CharlieHe's all rightHe gave me a wet kissOutside the liquor store last nightWell so long CharlieYou're not to blameEveryone's got the blues on SundayTurn to the leftTurn to the rightTill you see the manDo you see him babyWith the wandering eyeDig until you drop dig until you dropI could be homeI could be homeI could be home freeI've been digging down belowMaybe it's garlic maybe it's goldMaybe it's mercy maybe it's fateMaybe it's the thought of you on Sunday
Here comes SadieShe's okayShe showed me her 45sDown by the pool hall yesterdayWell hello SadieWhat's that you say?Everyone's got the blues on SundayThere goes CharlieHe's all rightHe gave me a wet kissOutside the liquor store last nightWell so long CharlieYou're not to blameEveryone's got the blues on SundayTurn to the leftTurn to the rightTill you see the manDo you see him babyWith the wandering eyeDig until you drop dig until you dropI could be homeI could be homeI could be home freeI've been digging down belowMaybe it's garlic maybe it's goldMaybe it's mercy maybe it's fateMaybe it's the thought of you on Sunday