Sunday Blues Hobo Johnson
"Sunday Blues" by Hobo Johnson, released in 2019, is an indie pop/rock (#IndiePop) song that explores themes of heartbreak, loneliness, and the struggles of daily life. The lyrics convey a sense of vulnerability and emotional turmoil. Unique elements include a blend of spoken word and melodic singing, creating an intimate atmosphere. The song resonates with listeners, reflecting the universal experience of feeling lost and searching for connection.
[Intro, Sample of 'Here comes the sun']
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, do do daa da nuh
Here comes the sun
[Hook]
I got them Sunday blues
I got them Sunday blues
[Verse 1]
I wake up on Monday and feel like I gotta ask myself
How happy would I be if I stopped paying rent
And filled up my backpack with all the snacks
That are taking up all the space
For my shitty ass tent
I can do this no longer
You steal my time and then make me wonder
Will I get fired on Monday, Cuz on Friday
I took too long to mop the floor
At the top of every hour my boss comes by
And throws 10 fucking dollars in my face
And then a rich fat white guy
Comes up quick to take three
And they expect for me
To smell like
The shame of being fired
But I'm so sick of being tired
Love me or leave me on the curb
Scrolling Craigslist jobs search
Refrain from jobs that'll never work
I'm unqualified, but just give me time
And I promise that I'll show you
That I lied in the interview
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, do do daa da nuh
Here comes the sun
[Hook]
I got them Sunday blues
I got them Sunday blues
[Verse 1]
I wake up on Monday and feel like I gotta ask myself
How happy would I be if I stopped paying rent
And filled up my backpack with all the snacks
That are taking up all the space
For my shitty ass tent
I can do this no longer
You steal my time and then make me wonder
Will I get fired on Monday, Cuz on Friday
I took too long to mop the floor
At the top of every hour my boss comes by
And throws 10 fucking dollars in my face
And then a rich fat white guy
Comes up quick to take three
And they expect for me
To smell like
The shame of being fired
But I'm so sick of being tired
Love me or leave me on the curb
Scrolling Craigslist jobs search
Refrain from jobs that'll never work
I'm unqualified, but just give me time
And I promise that I'll show you
That I lied in the interview
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