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Mmmmm mmmmm |
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I's up this mornin'ah, blues walkin' like a man |
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I's up this mornin'ah, blues walkin' like a man |
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Worried bluesgive me your right hand |
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And the blues fell mama's childtore me all upside down |
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Blues fell mam's childand it tore me all upside downtravel on, poor |
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Bobjust cain't turn you 'round |
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The blu-u-u-u-uesis a low-down shakin' chillspoken: |
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Yes, preach 'em now. |
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Mmmmm mmmmmis a low-down shakin' chill |
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You ain't never had 'em, |
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II hope you never will |
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Well, the bluesis a schin' old heart diseasespoken: |
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Do it. now. |
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You gon' do it? |
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Tell me about it. |
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Let the bluesis a low-down achin' heart disease |
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Like consumptionkilling me by degrees |
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I can study rainoh, ohm drive, oh, oh, drive my blues |
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I been studyin' the rain and |
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I'm 'on drive my blues away |
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Goin' to the 'stil'rystay out there all day |
