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I had a man, who's good and kind in his way |
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Yeah I had a man, sweet and kind in his way |
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Lord, he died and he left me |
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and I sing the blues on every decoration day |
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Lord I was standing, standing 'round my baby's bed |
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Well, my Lord, my lord he take my baby away |
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Why, why, why, why |
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when your soul don't come back |
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Lord, I hung my head and cried |
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Said, now baby please please don't worry |
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Said, now baby please please don't worry |
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'cause everybody's gotta go |
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Why, why, why, why |
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The best man, God knows, I ever had |
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All day, that Sunday |
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I just hung my head and cried |
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So sad, that Sunday |
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When my Lord he take my baby |
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Why, why, why, why |
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I need my baby on some old lonesome day |
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and I sing the blues on every decoration day |
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on every decoration day |
