"Past Day" — a blues reflection on what's already happened. The irreversible.
Well, this past day, darlin'
I don't have to cry no more
Well, this past day, darlin'
I don't have to cry no more
Well, I found my baby
Don't have to walk from door to door
Well, I look around me
Lord, my baby can't be found
Well, I look around me
Lord, my baby can't be found
Well, I don't have to walk around no more
Don't have to go down to the bowlin' ground
Oh, I'm sayin' goodbye
Well, I don't say goodbye no more
Oh, I'm sayin' goodbye
Well, I don't say goodbye no more
Well, I found my baby
Don't have to walk from door to door
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- A B.B. King recording. The past day — already gone, already fixed, unable to be changed — is the blues tradition's relationship with time at its most fatalistic.