© 2000-2010, Tuey Connell
Tuey Connell's Song Lyrics
© 2002 Tuey Connell/TuConn Music, BMI.
from "Under the Influence"Malady
by Tuey ConnellOne cloudy day, you'll drift away,
You'll catch the malady they're calling the blues.
It's like a song, lasting too long,
Lost in a reverie you're paying your dues.
Blue into green, nice into mean,
These are the symptoms you will groan with a moan.
Sunshine is best, I can attest,
It cures the worst of it when you are alone.
Tragically, as you imbibe a drink will bring you down.
Magically, as you prescribe, a laugh will ease your frown.
Doctors will say, "You'll be OK,"
As you administer a happy new fuse.
Just as a rule, don't blow your cool,
You'll cure the malady they're calling the blues
