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He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away |
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He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away |
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Well, he heard a voice calling |
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And he knew he could not stay |
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Well, he called me to his bedside one morning |
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And the clock was strikin' four |
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Called me to his bedside one morning |
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And the clock was strikin' four |
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Brownie take my guitar and carry my business on |
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I won't stay here no more |
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Blind Boy had a million friends |
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North, east, south and west |
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Blind Boy had a million friends |
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North, east, south and west |
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Well you know it's hard to tell |
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Which place he was loved the best |
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Well, all you women of Blind Boy's |
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How do you want your lovin' done? |
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All of you women of Blind Boy's |
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How do you want your lovin' done? |
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I'll do my best, I'll do my best |
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To carry Blind Boy's business on |
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Goodbye, Blind Boy |
