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by Warren Haynes, Allen Woody & John Jaworowicz. |
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Transcribed by Marcus Fromm & Cal Watts |
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I'm lying here for hours, |
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can't get my eyes to close. |
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Can't get one moments peace, |
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to save my dog-gone soul. |
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I've been doin' more than drinkin' |
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tryin' to ease my pain. |
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Everywhere I go, |
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somebody speaks your name. |
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Oh my friends keep on askin' |
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boy whats a wrong with you, |
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I say I'm worried, |
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worried down with the blues. |
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Try to be a good man, |
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work my fingers to the bone. |
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Oh and you return the favor, |
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by reckin' oh a happy home. |
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Why'd you play so many dirty tricks |
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I lost my faith in you, |
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and now you want me to take you back. |
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Whats a poor man supposed to do? |
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(chorus) |
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I am worried down with the blues, |
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Oh yes I am, |
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I am worried down with the blues oh yea |
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I feel like I was born to lose. |
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I used to walk with pride and my head held high |
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and now I'm starin' down at my shoes. |
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Yes I am worried, |
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worried down with the blues. |
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You made me turn my back, |
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on my very best friend. |
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and when my back was turned, |
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you were messin' around with him. |
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Still I'd give up everything, |
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just to have you by my side. |
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In the cold cold nights when I reach for you. |
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I'm holdin' to my foolish pride. |
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(chorus) |
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I am worried down with the blues, |
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Oh yes I am, |
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I am worried down with the blues oh yea |
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I feel like I was born to lose. |
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I used to walk with pride and my head held high |
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and now I'm starrin' down at my shoes. |
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Yes I am worried, |
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worried down with the blues. |
