S[C]ong sung blue, everybody k[G]nows one. S[G7]ong sung blue, every garden g[C]rows one.

S[C]ong sung blue, weepin' like a w[G]illow, Song sung blue, sleepin' on my p[C]illow.

[C7]Me and you are subject to, the b[F]lues now and then, But w[G]hen you take the blues and make a song,

F[C7]unny thing, but you can sing it with a c[F]ry in your voice, A[G]nd before you know it start to feelin' good,

You sing them o[C]ut again, sing them out a[Dm]gain, [G7]

You simply g[C]ot no choice. [G7]