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Troubles up and down the road |
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And trials all the way around |
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Never knew what trouble was |
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Till my honey threw me down |
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With nothing but old ragged clothes |
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My heartstrings broken to shreds |
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Blues creeping over my body |
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Queer notions flying in my head |
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The easiest thing I ever done |
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Was loving and drinking wine |
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The hardest thing I ever done |
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Was paying off a judge's fine |
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No I've never worked for pleasure |
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Peace on earth I cannot find |
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The only thing I surely own |
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Is a worried and troubled mind |
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If men and wine don't kill me |
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There's one more plan to find |
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Oh soak up all the old rub alcohol |
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Ease all trouble off my mind |
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Oh ease all trouble off my mind |
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My mind, my mind |
