Song Sung Blue

This is not a sad song, a sad song, to sing when you're along
In its way a glad song, yeah, a glad song
A simple tune that simply seems to make you feel good when you sing along

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 'em out again (What do yo do?)
You sing 'em out again (Come on now, you look worse)

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it get to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Me and you are subject to
The blues now and then
But when you take the blues
And make a song
You sing 'em out again
Come on, everybody

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it start to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Song sung blue
Song sung blue

Funny thing
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it start to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Song sung blue, everybody knows one
Song sung blue, every garden grows one