Song sung blue, everybody knows one Song sung blue, every garden grows one Me and you are subject to the blues now unnamed But when you take the blues and make a song You sing them out again You sing them out again 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 unnamed But when you take the blues and make a song You sing them out again 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 Song sung blue Song sung blue You can sing it with a cry in your voice