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I was up this mornin', blues walkin' like a man |
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I was up this mornin', blues walkin' like a man |
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Worried blues, give me your right hand |
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Ah, blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down |
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Blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down |
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Travel on ol' Jeffrey Lee, ya know |
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Can't seem to turn him around |
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So preach the blues |
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Preach the blues now |
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Blues is low down shaking chill |
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Blues is low down shaking chill |
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You ain't never had them |
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I don't believe you will |
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Blues is an achin' old heart disease |
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Blues is an achin' old heart disease |
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It's like consumption, baby |
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Killin' me by degrees |
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So preach the blues |
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Preach the blues now |
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I had religion, Lord, this day, very day |
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I had religion, Lord, this very day |
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But the womens and the whiskey |
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They would not let me pray |
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Gonna get me religion |
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Gonna join the Baptist church |
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Gonna get me religion |
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Gonna join the Baptist church |
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Gonna be a Baptist preacher |
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So I don't have to work |
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And preach the blues |
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And preach the blues now |
