Subway Blues AI Song

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Subway Blues

Subway Blues

Blues, rock, male, violin, electric

2024-10-02 18:02:57

Subway Blues

Subway Blues

Blues, rock, male, violin, electric

2024-10-02 18:02:57

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Lyrics

(Verse 1) We’ve been workin’ all day, feelin’ hunger start to grow, Down by the airport, to Subway we go. I’m dreamin’ ‘bout a footlong, with meat piled high, But when we get to the counter, I just wanna cry. (Pre-Chorus) They say, "Sorry sir, we’re out again, No onions, no meatballs, no bread in the bin." Every time we’re in line, it’s the same old game, It’s like Subway forgot how to stock their name. (Chorus) They’re out of bread, out of meat, out of the things I wanna eat, Just wanted a sandwich to fuel my day, But Subway’s out of everything—what more can I say? I’ve got the Subway blues, oh, they’re out again, I swear, next time, I’ll just bring my lunch from home instead. (Verse 2) I said, “How ‘bout some turkey?” She said, “We’re fresh out.” “No onions either,” what’s this all about? “Out of spinach, out of pickles, even out of roast beef, I’m thinkin’ I might walk away in disbelief.” (Pre-Chorus) “Sorry sir, we’re out again, No tomatoes, no cheddar, just lettuce that's thin.” I just shake my head, there’s no end in sight, This Subway’s always out, never gettin’ it right. (Chorus) They’re out of bread, out of meat, out of the things I wanna eat, Just wanted a sandwich to fuel my day, But Subway’s out of everything—what more can I say? I’ve got the Subway blues, oh, they’re out again, I swear, next time, I’ll just bring my lunch from home instead. (Bridge) It’s become a sad routine, every visit’s a joke, Out of the essentials, I’m starting to lose hope. The line’s gettin’ shorter, the options slim, It’s a sandwich shop with no fixings within! (Chorus) They’re out of bread, out of meat, out of the things I wanna eat, Just wanted a sandwich to fuel my day, But Subway’s out of everything—what more can I say? I’ve got the Subway blues, oh, they’re out again, I swear, next time, I’ll just bring my lunch from home instead. (Outro) Yeah, I’ve got the Subway blues, no pickles or meatballs, Next time, I’m makin’ my own... and maybe skipping these walls.