Songs of Yesterday

Sing me a sad song, and I'll be right on my way

A sad song like the songs of yesterday

Well, my father used to sing the blues

Sometimes it was good (huh)

But my mother never saw the use

And she chased him for his blood (yeah)

A sad song like the songs of yesterday

A sad song, and I'll be right on my way, yeah

Oh, you know my father always used to say

A bad workman blames his tools

But it seems to me

A man who uses the tools is just a fool

Sad song, I'll be right on my way

Sad song like the songs of yesterday

Well, now the streets are filled with silent cars

And all the world's a stage

But I must get to work today

Today I get my wage

Sad song

Then I'll be right on my way

Just like the songs of yesterday

Listen now to what I'm gonna say