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Get in trouble at Belzoni |
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There ain't no use a screamin' and cryin' |
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Get in trouble in Belzoni |
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There ain't no use a screamin' and cryin' |
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Mr. Will will take you back |
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To Belzoni jail house flyin' |
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Le' me tell you folksies |
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How he treated me |
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Le' me tell you folksies |
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How he treated me |
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An' he put me in a cellar |
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Just as dark as it could be |
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There I laid one evenin' |
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Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round |
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There I laid one evenin' |
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Mr. Purvis was standin' 'round |
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Mr. Purvis told Mr. Will |
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To let poor Charley down |
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It takes booze and blues, Lord |
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To carry me through |
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Takes booze and blues, Lord |
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To carry me through |
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But it did seem like years |
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In a jail house where there is no boo' |
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I got up one mornin' |
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Feelin' awe, hmm |
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I got up one mornin' |
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Feelin' mighty bad, hmm |
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An' it might not a been |
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Them Belzoni jail I had |
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(Blues I had, boys) |
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While I was in trouble |
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Ain't no use a screamin' |
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When I was in prison |
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It ain't no use a screamin and cryin' |
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Mr. Purvis the onliest man |
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Could ease that pain of mine |
