Song sung blue, everybody knows one.

Song sung blue, every 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.

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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, 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