Same Old Blues - Popa Chubby

Morning rain keep on falling

like the tears falling from my eyes

as I sit in my room

staring out at the gloom

lord, it’s the rain and the same old blues

I can’t help, I can’t help but remember

how the sun would once shine on my back door

Now the sun turned to rain

all my laughter turned to pain

lord, it’s the rain and the same old blues

Sunlight, lord I can still remember

used to shine so sweetly on my back door

now the sun turned to rain

all my laughter turned to pain

lord, it’s the rain and the same old blues

it’s the rain and the same old blues

just the rain and the sam old blues