So sad, that Sunday When my Lord, He take my baby Why, why, why, why? I need my baby On some old lonesome day And I sing the blues On every Decoration Day On every Decoration Day
So sad, that Sunday When my Lord he take my baby Why, why, why, why I need my baby on some old lonesome day And I sing the blues on every decoration day On every decoration day
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cried So sad, that Sunday When my Lord he take my baby Why, why, why, why I need my baby on some old lonesome day And I sing the blues on every decoration day On every decoration day