Songs of yesterday

Sing me a sad song
And I'll be right on my way
A sad song like the song of yesterday
Well my father used to sing the blues
Sometimes it was good
But my mother never saw the use
And she chased him for his blood
A sad song like the song of yesterday
A sad song And I'll be right on my way

Well my father Always used to say
A bad workman blames his tools
But it seems to me that A man who uses
the tools Is just a fool

Sad song And I'll be right on my way
Sad song Like the song of yesterday

Well 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
sad song
Listen now what I wanna say