Lonesome Day Songtext
von Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee
Lonesome Day Songtext
Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings
Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings
Well, it may bring sunshine and again it may bring rain
Tell me, tell me, baby how can it be
Tell me, tell me, baby, tell me how can it be
You can love everybody, what in the world is wrong with me
Watch me play the flute
Today, today, today it′s been a long old lonesome day
Today, today, today it's been a long old lonesome day
Lord, I can sit right here, look a million miles away
These are my blues, they follow me everywhere
These are my blues, they follow me everywhere
But when the blues gets on me, I don′t care when or where
Loan me some booze, sonny boy
One more time, one more wine
All right Benny boy
Today, today, today been along a lonesome day
Today, today, today been along a lonesome day
Well, I can sit right here, look a million miles away
Well, just look out it's raining, my poor feet is on the ground
Well, just look out it's raining, my poor feet is on the ground
′Cause these woman I made so happy, after every man in town
How would you play like that
Hurry down, sunshine, see what tomorrow brings
Well, it may bring sunshine and again it may bring rain
Tell me, tell me, baby how can it be
Tell me, tell me, baby, tell me how can it be
You can love everybody, what in the world is wrong with me
Watch me play the flute
Today, today, today it′s been a long old lonesome day
Today, today, today it's been a long old lonesome day
Lord, I can sit right here, look a million miles away
These are my blues, they follow me everywhere
These are my blues, they follow me everywhere
But when the blues gets on me, I don′t care when or where
Loan me some booze, sonny boy
One more time, one more wine
All right Benny boy
Today, today, today been along a lonesome day
Today, today, today been along a lonesome day
Well, I can sit right here, look a million miles away
Well, just look out it's raining, my poor feet is on the ground
Well, just look out it's raining, my poor feet is on the ground
′Cause these woman I made so happy, after every man in town
How would you play like that
Writer(s): Brownie Mcghee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com