Day Old Blues

Day old, day old, day old

Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old blues
Mad as hell give up
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old
Paging the doctor just in case
Day old, day old, day old
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
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
At least there's a record that I love to play
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old
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
Day old, day old, day old

Day old, day old, day old
Low and behold things are killing me
Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old blues

Baby with a man like a lung
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
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Somethings growing that don't help me now
Day old, day old, day old

Day old, day old, day old blues
Day old, day old, day old
Silly expectation of a dream
Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep

Day old, day old, day old
Dreaming about a place I'll never see
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling