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He was a man |
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A ramblin' man he was yes he was |
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Guitar in hand |
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His home was on the road and that's where he was |
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He's seen a thousand roads |
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He's been a million miles |
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And when he'd bend a note |
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A tear would fill my eyes |
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Where are you playin' |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Town to town |
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Honkytonks and dives all look the same |
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His gipsy heart keeps his shadow ridin' through the rain |
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A graveyard full of scars |
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His life will paint his songs ' |
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Cause when you're on the road |
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There's nowhere you belong |
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You're just alone |
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Where are you playin' |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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He's seen a thousand roads |
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He's been a million miles |
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And when he'd bend a note |
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A tear would fill my eyes |
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Where are you playin' |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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I've paid some dues |
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Now I make my living as a music man |
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I play the blues |
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I guess the blues must be just what |
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I am A graveyard full of scars |
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His life will paint his songs ' |
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Cause when you're on the road |
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There's nowhere you belong |
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You're just alone |
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Where are you playin' |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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He's seen a thousand roads |
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He's been a million miles |
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And when he'd bend a note |
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A tear would fill my eyes |
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Where are you playin' |
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Mr. Bluesman |
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Mr. Bluesman |
