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Yeah, oh yeah, no! |
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Cold ground was my bed last night |
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And rock was my pillow too |
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Cold ground was my bed last night |
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And rock was my pillow too, yeah |
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I'm sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues |
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They say your feet is just too big for your shoes |
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Talkin' blues, talkin' blues |
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Your feet is just too big for your shoes |
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I've been down on the rock so long |
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I seem to wear a permanent screw, yeah |
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I've been down on the rock so long |
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I seem to wear a permanent screw |
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But I'm gonna stare in the sun |
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Let the rays shine in my eyes |
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I'm gonna take a just a one step more |
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Cause I feel like bombing a church, now |
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Now that you know that the preacher is lying |
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So who's gonna stay at home |
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When, when the freedom fighters are fighting |
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Talkin' blues, talkin' blues |
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They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, whoa |
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Talkin' blues, keep on, talkin' blues |
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They say, you hear what they say, didn't you hear? |
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Cold ground was my bed last night |
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Rock stone, rock stone, rock stone was my pillow |
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Cold ground was my bed last night |
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And rock was my pillow too |
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Sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues |
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I seem to wear a permanent, permanent screw |
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Talkin' blues, talkin' blues |
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They say your feet is just too big for your shoes |
