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Left Chicago in the summer, New York in the fall, |
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Detroit in the winter didn't prove a thing at all |
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I got those roamin' blues |
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Yes I got those roamin' blues |
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Can't find no place to settle |
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Woo I got those roamin' blues |
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Joined a club in old Saint Louis, that G.I. free loot club |
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Stood in line so long man, wore my legs down to a nub |
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I hit the road again |
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Yes I hit the road again |
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Can't find no place to settle |
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So I hit the road again |
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I thought I'd made it Jack in good old Albuquerq' |
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I was on the wrong track, you know they tried to make me work |
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- ain't that a killer? |
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I hit the road right quick |
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Yes that judge was much too slick |
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Can't find no place to settle |
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Woo I hit the road right quick |
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Then Las Vegas was the next stop, that fast town left me weak |
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The dice man made twelve passes and I was up the well-known creek |
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Those gamblers put me down |
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Yes I had to walk right out of town |
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Mm-mm, that ain't no place to settle |
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Mmm, I had to walk right out of town |
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Ah but I hit the greatest town of all, Frantic Frisco |
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Got me a gal with plenty gold and she just won't let me go |
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I think I've found a place |
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Yes I got my boots all laced |
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Found me a home, don't have to roam, it's good news, |
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I've lost those roamin' blues |
