Lucky Day - Elise Testone

Mmmmm…

Do do do doo

Ohh Ohh Ohh

Da da da

Daup da

Ohhhh

Da da daup dada

Ohh, way up in New York

The seasons are always changing

Well I got my mind open wide

Oh, but still it seems I’m faded

Said I got nothing but the blues

Nothing but the blues

Oh Lord what can I say?

What can I say?

Except maybe, Lord maybe tomorrow

is gonna be my lucky day

My lucky day

Oh yeah!

Well I try to ease some of the pain

Oh, Lord, but still things stay the same

I said I’m working hard

well, ha, maybe not

But I know that I cannot complain

But still damn these blues

Namn these blues

No n n n no

They never seem to go away, no

Oh, but maybe

Lord, just maybe

Maybe tomorrow

is gonna be my lucky day

My lucky day

Ohh

Well, I got these good folks that love me

No, but they don’t see the pain

I love this man who looks at me,

with eyes filled up with shame

So ask me why, ask me why

ask me why I got the blues

An I just might tell you

«It's okay» yeah

Yes it is

Lord, just maybe

Maybe tomorrow

is gonna be my lucky day

My lucky day

Oh, please, please, please, please Lord

Mmmmm oh

I try to ease some of the pain

Oh, Lord, but still things stay the same

I’m working hard

well, maybe I’m not.

But I know that I cannot complain

But still damn!

Damn these blues

Na na na na No

Na na na na No

They never seem to go away

No no no

Lord, but maybe

Lord!

Just maybe

tomorrow is gonna be my lucky day

My lucky day

Oh yeah yeah

Weel I said

Way up in New York

The seasons are always changing

And still I got my mind open wide

I got it open wide

Oh, but still it seems I’m faded

Damn these blues

Damn these blues

No they never seem to…

No they never seem to…

No they never seem to…

No they never seem to go away

Oh, Lord, but maybe

Lord maybe

Maybe tomorrow

is gonna be my lucky day

My lucky day

Oh, yeah yeah yeah