People Ain't No Good sing and play along

People just ain't no good.

I think that's well understood.

You can see it ev'rywhere you look.

People just ain't no good.

We were married under cherry trees;

under blossoms we made our vows.

All the blossoms come day sailing down

and through the streets and through the playgrounds.

The sun would stream on the sheets;

woken by soms the morning bird.

We'd the buy the Sun day newspapers

and never read a single word.

grounds. The sun would stream

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good.

Seasons came and seasons went.

The winter stripped tling the the blossoms bare.

A diff'rent tree she now the lines the streets,

shaking its fists in the air.

The winter slammed us like a fist.

sons went.

The windows rat tling in the gales,

soms bare.

A dif to which she drew the curtains streets,

made out of her wedding veils.

The winter slammed us like a

People, they good at all.

To our love send a dozen white lilies.

To our love a send a coffin of wood.

To our love let all the pinkeyed pigeons coo that people,

they just ain't no good.

To our love send a back all the letters.

To our love, a valentine fin of blood.

To our love let all the jilted lovers cry that people,

they just ain't no good.

To our good.

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad.

They can comfort you;

some even try.

They nurse you when you're ill of health.

baby. They ple bury you when you go and die.

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad.

They'd stick by fort you;

you if they could.

Ah, but that's just you're bull,

of health.

baby. They ple just y ain't no you good.

and die.

It ain't that in their

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good at all.

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good.

People, they ain't no good at all.

People, they good at all.