They Used To Call It The Blues

	The sun and me
	Can’t seem to agree
	On a time or place to
	Show our weary heads
	Every night I start a fight
	With myself about myself I never win
	What did people do when they were down and feeling blue?
	Did they call the doctor and shovel down some pills?
	Well they use to call it the blues
	Now they call it a disorder
	I’m out of order
	Artificial rays barely get me through the day
	Dig me up and brush me off and send me on my way
	Pack all my troubles in a jar
	Send them out to sea
	With a note that plainly reads: “Do Not Return To Me!”
	Well they use to call it the blues
	Now they call it a disorder
	I’m out of order

	The sun and me
	Can' t seem to agree
	On a time or place to
	Show our weary heads
	Every night I start a fight
	With myself about myself I never win
	What did people do when they were down and feeling blue?
	Did they call the doctor and shovel down some pills?
	Well they use to call it the blues
	Now they call it a disorder
	I' m out of order
	Artificial rays barely get me through the day
	Dig me up and brush me off and send me on my way
	Pack all my troubles in a jar
	Send them out to sea
	With a note that plainly reads: " Do Not Return To Me!"
	Well they use to call it the blues
	Now they call it a disorder
	I' m out of order