28 lyrics for "To be the sad man"

And maybe I'll get lucky tonight Find me a girl, take my heartache away Sad, sad blues I'll see you another day, wouldn't that be so fine? Maybe I'll get lucky tonight She left about three weeks ago A single man is a new thing But I've been here before
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Mercy on judgment, Lord Downpressor man, where you gonna run to? Run to the Lord, Lord, what you hidin'? Oh, along that day I wouldn't like to be a flea, under your collar, man Oh, along that day, sad day Tell me, downpressor man, where you gonna run to?
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Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal Mm, the good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance It's the good life to
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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be
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Most of us are sad No one lets it show I've been shadows of myself How was i to know? Tell me scarlet sun What will time allow? We have brought our children Here who can save them now? Oh, weeping woman try to smile
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By the way, you've been uninvited 'Cause all you say are all the same things I did Copycat trying to cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine Why so sad, bunny, you can't have mine? Copycat trying to cop my glamour Don't be cautious, don't
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You and me will all go down in history, With a sad Statue of Liberty, And a Generation that didn't agree. Eloquence belongs, To the conqueror. Romances evolving in the absolute. The ultimate sacrifice. Justified Candy! Brandy for the nerves,
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Chasing shadows Life without a romance is a life that's sad I've never had a love of my own Every day is just another day to me Why must I be alone Chasing love dreams in vain While my heart keeps on singing Just a lonely refrain All is cloudy above
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He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his
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