| Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin'
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| The chair near throwed me down
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| The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin'
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| A chair near throwed me down
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| Lord, I wouldn’t hate it so bad
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| But the news ain’t good all over town
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| Now, look-a-here, baby
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| Yeah, where did you stay last night?
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| Look-a-here, babe
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| Where’d you stay last night?
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| Oh, when you come home
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| You know you wadn’t smellin' just right
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| I had a blue 'bout that, baby
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| On one Sunday morn'
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| I had blues 'bout that, baby
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| On one Sunday morn'
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| Lord, I hate to hear my baby
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| Way in the night when she groans
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| Look-a-here, mama
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| I ain’t 'on fools wit' you no mo'
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| 'Take yo' time, play your blue right'
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| Look-a-here, mama
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| Fool wit' you no mo'
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| Well, ev’rytime I fool wit' you
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| You’ve got to make me love you mo' and mo'
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| Now, my babe got something
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| Never told what it is
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| My baby, she got something
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| I ain’t never told what it is
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| Ev’ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy
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| Lord knows, I can’t be still |