Mmmmm...
Do do do doo
Ohh Ohh Ohh
Da da da
Daup da
Ohhhh
Da da daup dada
Ohh, way up in New York
The seasons are always changing
Well I got my mind open wide
Oh, but still it seems I'm faded
Said I got nothing but the blues
Nothing but the blues
Oh Lord what can I say?
What can I say?
Except maybe, Lord maybe tomorrow
Is gonna be my lucky day
My lucky day
Oh yeah!
Well I try to ease some of the pain
Oh, Lord, but still things stay the same
I said I'm working hard
Well, ha, maybe not
But I know that I cannot complain
But still damn these blues
Namn these blues
No n n n no
They never seem to go away, no
Oh, but maybe
Lord, just maybe
Maybe tomorrow
Is gonna be my lucky day
My lucky day
Ohh
Well, I got these good folks that love me
No, but they don't see the pain
I love this man who looks at me,
With eyes filled up with shame
So ask me why, ask me why
Ask me why I got the blues
An I just might tell you
"It's okay" yeah
Yes it is
Lord, just maybe
Maybe tomorrow
Is gonna be my lucky day
My lucky day
Oh, please, please, please, please Lord
Mmmmm oh
I try to ease some of the pain
Oh, Lord, but still things stay the same
I'm working hard
Well, maybe I'm not.
But I know that I cannot complain
But still damn!
Damn these blues
Na na na na No
Na na na na No
They never seem to go away
No no no
Lord, but maybe
Lord! Just maybe
Tomorrow is gonna be my lucky day
My lucky day
Oh yeah yeah
Weel I said
Way up in New York
The seasons are always changing
And still I got my mind open wide
I got it open wide
Oh, but still it seems I'm faded
Damn these blues
Damn these blues
No they never seem to...
No they never seem to...
No they never seem to...
No they never seem to go away
Oh, Lord, but maybe
Lord maybe
Maybe tomorrow
Is gonna be my lucky day
My lucky day
Oh, yeah yeah yeah