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I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes |
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Know by that |
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I got these old walkin' blues, well |
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Woke this mornin' feelin' round for my shoes |
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But you know by that, |
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I got these old walkin' blues |
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Lord I feel like blowin' my old lonesome horn |
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Got up this mornin', my little |
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Bernice was gone, |
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Lord I feel like blowin' my lonesome horn |
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Well I got up this mornin', whoa all |
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I had was gone |
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Well, leave this mornin' if |
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I have to, ride the blinds |
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I feel mistreated, and |
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I don't mind dyin' |
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Leavin' this mornin', if |
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I have to ride the blind |
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Babe, I've been mistreated, baby and |
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I don't mind dyin' |
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Well, some people tell me that the worried blues ain't bad |
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Worst old feelin' |
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I most ever had |
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Some people tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad |
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It's the worst old feelin', |
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I most ever had |
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She's got a elgin movement from her head down to her toes |
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Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes |
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Ooh, from her head down to her toes |
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Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
