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Well I ain't done much of nothing today Just tried to get over this hangover somehow someway There wasn't no good news up on channel 2 God here they come again they just let themselves in Them lowdown Sunday Blues I got up in time for breakfast at the café down the street I'm not much on their food there but there's a waitress that I love to see Sometimes it's hard fightin back the tears cause she looks so much like you Oh thery're blowin in on that cold winter wind Them low down Sunday Blues Friday I got drunk and howled at the moon Saturday I just got stoned I talked to every pretty girl I saw but I woke up all alone If I had the choice to choose You know I'd choose to lose them low down Sunday Blues Well I guess I'll get up and drive down to the bar Or I could probably use the walk you know it really isn't all that far Just to have me one last cigarette maybe a drink or two Here I go again I just do myself in I bring down these Sunday Blues (Thanks to Shad for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania