I go about, singing a glad song
But in my heart, there is a sad song
I'm just the blues, with my Sunday clothes on
Yet on my face, you can detect it
I never frown, so too reflectd
I'm just the blues, with my Sunday clothes on
I wonder if it's true, troubles never end
Good fortune and myself, never seem to blend
I make believe, there are no grey skies
Wearing a smile, Although might surprise
I'm just the blues, with my Sunday clothes on
I wonder if it's true, troubles never end
Good fortune and myself, never seem to blend
I make believe, there are no grey skies
Wearing a smile, Although might surprise
I'm just the blues, with my Sunday clothes on