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Yeah, you're a down and dirty blues man |
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Look-a-here |
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You play blues on blue guitar |
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According to the news man |
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As far as blues goes you a star |
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I'll admit you gettin' down there |
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But I'm down much deeper then you are |
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Yeah, you sing those songs of sorrow |
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But to me you just don't sound real |
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You say you're down enough to borrow |
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I must be down enough to steal |
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Now the blues ain't what you're singin' |
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The blues is what |
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I feelYou tell me your love light is dimmin' |
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And how your old lady cheats |
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You go backstage with all the women |
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While I go back out on the street |
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Well, you know that you're a winnner |
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And you tell me you were born to lose |
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But please, please, please, don't tell me about the blues |
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You tell it like you're barefoot |
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And you're wearin' those hondred dollar shoes |
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Yeah, you can shuck and jive me all you wanna |
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But please, please don't tell me about the blues |
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Yeah, you tell me you a poor man |
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While you flashin' those ruby rings |
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But on a million dollar tour |
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Man, you can flash more than a goddamn thing |
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But it's me who's payin' my dues |
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So please, man, don't tell me about the blues |
