Same Old Blues - Irma Thomas

Morning rain keeps on falling

Like the tears that fall from my eyes

As I sit in my room staring out at the gloom

That’s the rain in the same old blues

I can’t help, I can’t help but thinking

When the sun used to shine in my back door

Now the sun is turned to rain

All my laughter is turned to pain

Yes, it’s the pain of the same old blues

Sunshine, sunshine is all you see now

But it all, it all looks like clouds to me But as I sit in my room staring out at the gloom

It’s the rain, it’s the same old blues, yeah

Yes, it’s the rain, it’s the same old blues

Yes, it’s the rain, it’s the same old blues