Everyone's Got The Blues On Sunday Lyrics

Here comes Sadie 
She's okay
She showed me her 45s 
Down by the pool hall yesterday 
Well hello Sadie 
What's that you say?
Everyone's got the blues on Sunday 
There goes Charlie 
He's all right 
He gave me a wet kiss
Outside the liquor store last night 
Well so long Charlie 
You're not to blame 
Everyone's got the blues on Sunday 
Turn to the left 
Turn to the right 
Till you see the man 
Do you see him baby 
With the wandering eye 
Dig until you drop dig until you drop 
I could be home 
I could be home 
I could be home free 
I've been digging down below 
Maybe it's garlic maybe it's gold 
Maybe it's mercy maybe it's fate 
Maybe it's the thought of you on Sunday