Texty:
Shad Blair Sunday Blues

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

ain't ever going to let you go Now you're so high you're thinking bout flying but when you're already dead what's the use in dying (Thanks to Shad for

know it's a crying shame and there will never be a settled score Cause no matter whether we live or we die? we'll always be? Prisoners Of War (Thanks to Shad

I seen the devil on the side of the highway wearing a smile and floppy red shoes And he was surrounded by a bunch of fat kids his golden arches they gave me the blues

night with a need for vengance and a forty-five i was a working man and i had my rights ain't nobody got out of that alive (Thanks to Shad for these

make back Now her memory haunts me down by the railroad track Sarah left me she never made it make back Now her memory haunts me down by the railroad track (Thanks to Shad

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