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I woke up early this mornin' |
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I was feelin' kind of blue |
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My landlady said you got a letter here |
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And I began to sing the blues |
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It was from my brother |
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Don't you know the boy's laying down in Vietnam? |
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Lord they say, you don't have no reason to fight, baby |
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But Lord knows you think you're right |
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(But you got to be wrong, don't you hear me) |
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(You got to be wrong, now pick up) |
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You wake up early in the mornin', baby |
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And you don't have nothin' to eat |
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You can't buy yourself no clothes, baby |
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Lord knows who can you meet |
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My brother's in Vietnam |
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People don't you know just why I'm singin' these blues |
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You might have no respect for your country, darlin' |
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But that's why, that's why I'm singin' these blues |
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(You better pick up baby and get with it, you hear me? Look here) |
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The mothers, all the wives |
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All the fathers, that have sons |
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In Vietnam, you hear me? |
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This is to you, always |
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Oh, I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin' |
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People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind |
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Lord, I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin' |
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People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind |
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It's so sad, it's so sad to think about your people |
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Lord, when the other man thinks they're wrong |
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(You're not right baby, hear this just before I go) |
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Lord I woke up in the mornin' |
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You're gonna look up |
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You're gonna look up and find yourself gone |
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Lord, I woke up this mornin' |
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You're gonna look up and find yourself gone |
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(How would you feel if it was your brother over there, eh?) |
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(How would you feel?) |
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Lord, then you're gonna ask the good Lord to forgive you |
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Please forgive me for my sins |
