Day Old Blues

Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old

At least there's a record that I love to play

Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
Paging the doctor just in case
Day old, day old, day old
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Baby with a man like a lung
Day old, day old, day old
Low and behold things are killing me
Day old, day old, day old blues

Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old blues
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
Day old, day old, day old blues

Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling

Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Mad as hell give up
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Silly expectation of a dream
Somethings growing that don't help me now

Day old, day old, day old
Dreaming about a place I'll never see
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old blues