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Monday looked like a downer |
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Tuesday looked like rain |
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A bad altitude |
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And I knew I needed a change |
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Head out on the highway |
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Cruising way down south |
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I knew a little place |
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Where I might could work it all out |
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I'm so tired of fighting with myself |
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Gonna spend a little time at the Tunica Motel |
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Just outside of Memphis, |
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Highway 61 |
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Sleepy little town down by the |
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Mississippi River |
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I'm gonna lay out on a houseboat |
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Until my hide turns brown |
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Ain't gonna move 'till the |
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Evening sun goes down |
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Fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale |
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Anything you need at the Tunica Motel |
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I find myself at midnight |
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Moving to the back porch blues |
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The guitar cries, telling me |
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About the hard times |
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Something moves in the shadows |
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Giving me a little chill |
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I thought I saw Robert Johnson |
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Walking out across the field |
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There ain't hardly anybody left who even knows the tale |
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Gimme the blues at the Tunica Motel |
