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I get later on in the evenin' time, I feel like, like blowin' my horn |
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I woke up this mo'nin, find my, my little baby gone, hmm |
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Later on in the evenin', main man, I feel like, like blowin' my horn |
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Well I, woke up this mo'nin' baby, find my little baby gone |
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A well now, some folks say they worry, worry blues ain't bad |
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That's a misery feelin' child, I most, most ever had |
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Some folks tell me, man I did worry, the blues ain't bad |
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Well that's a misery ole feelin', honey now, well gal, I most ever had |
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Well, brooks run into the ocean, ocean run in, into the sea |
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If I don't find my baby somebody gonna, gonna bury me, um-hm |
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Brook run into the ocean, child, ocean run into the sea |
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Well, if I don't find my baby now, well gal, you gonna have to bury me |
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Yes, minutes seem like hours an hours seem like days |
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Seems like my baby would stop her, her lowdown ways, hey |
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Minutes seem like hours child, an hours seem like days |
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Yes, seem like my woman now, well gal, she might stop her lowdown ways |
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Well now I'm, I'm leavin' this mo'nin' if I had-a, whoa ride the blind |
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I feel mistreated girl you know now, I don't mind dyin' |
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Leavin' this mo'nin, tell ya I had-a now ride the blind |
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Yeah, been mistreated baby now, baby an I don't mind dyin' |
