Sing me a sad song And I'll be right on my way A sad song like the songs of yesterday Well my father used to sing the blues Sometimes it was good But my mother never saw the use And she chased him for his blood A sad song like the songs of yesterday A sad song And I'll be right on my way
Oh you know my father Always used to say A bad workman blames his tools But it seems to me A man who uses the tools Is just a fool
Sad song And I'll be right on my way
Sad song Like the songs of yesterday
Well now the streets are filled with silent cars And all the world's a stage But I must get to work today Today I get my wage
Sad song Then I'll get on On my way Just like a song of yesterday Listen to what I'm gonna say
