Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you

Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve, but I don't care And pour me somethin' tall and strong It's five o'clock somewhere The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime

If we try, we can fly to a place in the sun All we need is precious dreams and a friend we can trust And we're never too far from tomorrow today And we're gonna send our message of love out ev'rywhere There's a promise of love tomorrow has Something

The spicks and the specks Where are the girls I left far behind Of the girls on my mind Where is the sun That shone on my head The sun in my life I could meet

Life is short, make it sweet 'Cause I'm stuck on you, you're stuck on me I never gotta wonder where my honey be I ain't savin' all my sugar for a Saturday night Seven days a week I got an appetite The sunsets like a tangerine Let's find a road we've

I love you in a place where there's no space or time And when my life is over, remember when we were together I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages With ten

Syre, a beautiful confusion (I love you) The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him (where you goin'?) Never quite sure about his placement or Where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense He knew that he had loved

Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together, Keeps rainin' all the time Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere Just can't get my poorself together, I'm weary all the time So weary all the time When he

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's

And I don't have to tell you why Don't want to be on no rooftop Frying in the afternoon sun Don't want to sit by no fountain Listening to the man-made stream run Just want to stand where the sea-spray Gleams like fire with you Don't want to go to no