The 7 O'Clock Blues

Published by Clifford Cunningham

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Complete Lyrics by Cliff Cunningham Its 7 O'Clock, and the bus has run late But that's really OK, I'd much rather wait Its my very first day in a new school again I feel chilly inside as I chew on my pen At my old school I was at the head of the class And I still can't believe we left there so fast! The bus rolls around and I climb up the stairs And I walk to the back and I walk past their glares I finally come to and empty seat And I sit on my hands and I stare at my feet My new teacher smiles, and she calls out my name I stand at my desk and I feel so ashamed Though I know that I haven't done anything wrong I still feel like crying, I stand there so long When I can hide with the rest of the class I still can't believe we left there so fast The recess bell rings and I sink through the floor And the kids scream and shout as they run for the door I sit all alone at the edge of the games Except for the kids who are calling me names I wish I'd get sick so that I could be sent To that empty hotel and forget how it went Chorus Cause I had a friend once a long time ago We'd laugh and we'd do things that only we'd know And its hard not to think as I sink through the floor That I don't have any good friends anymore I run to my Mom and I run to my Dad They say how was school? And I say not too bad I go to my room and I cry in my bed And I wish I was at my old school instead Chorus Cause I had a friend once a long time ago We'd laugh and we'd do things that only we'd know And its hard not to think as I'm being ignored That I don't have any good friends anymore #audio #Folk #Americana #Bullying

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