Sunday Blues

Sometimes the place that you come from

Ain't the place that you belong

Sometimes you can get it right

And still be oh so wrong

Now me I'm trying to keep it straight

To put it in a song

Just a rumbling, rambling, tumbling

Towards a place to call my own

Sometimes the ones you love the best

Are the ones that hurt you most

Sometimes you find yourself praying

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

And I find my friends are not around

When life feels just like a joke

It's the time I find a longing

In myself, there, for the coast

This old world keep spinning round

These old Sunday blues keep dragging me down

But I know

I'm better off when you are around

You're the place my hope is found

Now I don't know why I stayed here

In this dusty-crust old town

I should've left it long ago

Now that you ain't been around

But courage is a virtue

That is hard-pressed to be found

And wisdom shouts from rooftops

Though it's hard to hear the sound

This old world keep spinning around

These old Sunday Blues

Keep dragging me down

But I know

I'm better off when you are around

You're the place my hope is found

This old world keeps spinning around

These old Sunday Blues keep dragging me down

But I know

I'm better off when you are around

You're the place my hope is found

Sometimes the place that you come from

Ain't the place you belong

Sometimes you can get it right

And still be oh so wrong

Now me I'm trying to keep it straight

To put it in a song

Just a rumbling, rambling, tumbling towards

A place to call my own