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Words and music by hank williams, sr. |
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When my [d] baby moved out and the blues moved in |
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There wasn't nothin' i could do |
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But mosey around with my head in my hands |
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Lord [a7] what am i comin' [d] to |
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I just keep [a7] moanin' [p] |
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[nc] moa-oanin' the blues. [d] ... [d7] |
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I [*g7] wrote a nice, long [d] letter |
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Sayin' [*g7] mama please come [d] home |
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Your [e7] dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some |
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And [a7] all i [am] do is [a7] moan ... |
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I been [d] lovin' that gal for so doggone long |
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I can't afford to lose her now |
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I thought i was right but i must of been wrong |
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'cause my [a7] head is startin' to bow [d] |
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And now i'm [a7] moanin' [p] |
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[nc] moa-oanin' the blues. [d] |
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If you want a good gal to stay around |
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You gotta treat her nice and kind |
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If you do her wrong she'll leave this tonw |
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And you'll almost lose your mlind |
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Then you'll moanin'; moa-oanin' the blues. |
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Aw! baby, baby, baby |
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Honey baby, please come home |
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Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all i do is moan |
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I promise you baby that i'll be good |
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And i'll never be bad no more |
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I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now |
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To walk through that front door |
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Then i'll stop moanin'; moa-oanin' the blues. |
