Wild Strawberries Everyone's Got The Blues On Sunday
Here comes Sadie She's okay She showed me her 45s Down by the pool hall yesterday Well hello Sadie What's that you say? Everyone's got the blues on Sunday There goes Charlie He's all right He gave me a wet kiss Outside the liquor store last night Well so long Charlie You're not to blame Everyone's got the blues on Sunday Turn to the left Turn to the right Till you see the man Do you see him baby With the wandering eye Dig until you drop dig until you drop I could be home I could be home I could be home free I've been digging down below Maybe it's garlic maybe it's gold Maybe it's mercy maybe it's fate Maybe it's the thought of you on Sunday
