| Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man
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| Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man
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| I don’t care which away you turn, they always is on your hands
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| Won’t you tell me, baby, how come you don’t come back home?
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| Won’t you tell me, baby, how come you don’t come back home?
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| I lay down last night with my back door open all night long
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| Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they shut my door
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| Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they s hut my door
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| But the lord forgive me, I won’t have them things no more
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| This morning, setting on the side of my bed
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| This morning, setting on the side of my bed
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| (They done come) brought you a letter (for) your plumb good man fell dead
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| (spoken: Blues, what must I do?)
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| Hmmmmm, hmmmmm
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| Hmmmmm, hmmmmm
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| Hmmmmm, hmmmmm |