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