get those Sunday blues no more
I ain't gonna walk that lonesome,
I never knew much about love
till you walked into my heart
but at least I wasn't torn apart.
you sway your mind alone.
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna an swer the door
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more
I know you're gonna come knockin'
As far as I'm concerned, Julie,
the privilege of singing the blues
is reserved exclusively for you
from now on. Thank you, George,
but I wouldn't want to have a monopoly
on anything as wonderful as
You know, it's funny how the color blue
melancholy sort of thing.
Julie? Standing at attention,
What's the word from you?
I have about two, George.