Here Come The Blues - Jackson C. Frank

Monday’s shine, yes an' Tuesday’s rain

While the days that go by baby like a south bound train

Well its funny thinking you won’t ever call my name

Here comes lonely

Here come the blues

Well the words they won’t come babe, you know my tongue is cold

Well there’s nothing new blue lady, that won’t get old

Yes the dealer’s gone down and I just better fold

Here comes lonely

Here comes the blues

You know the sun has run down, oh, she’s gone out to hide

Yes and I’m out walking while midnight rides

Just me, the good time Charlie’s, and the suicides

Here comes lonely

Here come the blues

While Thursday’s dry, yes and Friday’s just the same

Maybe come down blue Monday, I will grab the brakes again

Cause no bottle of pills, baby, can kill this pain

Here comes lonely

Here come the blues

Here comes lonely

Here come the blues