Sunday Blues
Sunday blues, here we go, pack your bags another show
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
We'll so the seeds and we'll collect the stones, cause man is made of dreams and bones
And never knowing where you'll go is half the fun, the rest is no, no, no
No more crying, no more tears, no more lying, no more sad goodbye-ing
No more fears and no more fury, it will double if you worry about yourself and your position
You've got a sunny disposition
Keep your book next to your bed and write down every word she said
And take back your poetry that you used to give for free
No, not me, well, no, not I
I'm an accomplice but I'm shy
No, not I, well, no, not me
And it was never meant, no, it was never meant to be
Sunday blues, here we go, pack your bags another show
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
We'll so the seeds and we'll collect the stones, cause man is made of dreams and bones
And never knowing where you'll go is half the fun, the rest is no, no, no, no more crying
No, not me and it was never meant to be
Bills are due, the rent is late and I can't even concentrate
What I love is what I hate, but I've designed my own fate
And I predict to much to be accurate, what's wrong with me?
Sunday blues, here we go, pack your bags another show
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
We'll so the seeds and we'll collect the stones, cause man is made of dreams and bones
And never knowing where you'll go is half the fun, the rest is no, no, no
No more crying, no more tears, no more lying, no more sad goodbye-ing
No more fears and no more fury, it will double if you worry about yourself and your position
You've got a sunny disposition
Keep your book next to your bed and write down every word she said
And take back your poetry that you used to give for free
No, not me, well, no, not I
I'm an accomplice but I'm shy
No, not I, well, no, not me
And it was never meant, no, it was never meant to be
Sunday blues, here we go, pack your bags another show
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
We'll so the seeds and we'll collect the stones, cause man is made of dreams and bones
And never knowing where you'll go is half the fun, the rest is no, no, no, no more crying
No, not me and it was never meant to be
Bills are due, the rent is late and I can't even concentrate
What I love is what I hate, but I've designed my own fate
And I predict to much to be accurate, what's wrong with me?
Sunday blues, here we go, pack your bags another show
Kiss your lover goodbye for now, cause we've gotta whole lotta land to plough
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Writer(s): Sammi Joy
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