| Come daybreak in the morning, I’m gonna take the dirt road home
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| Woo, soon daybreak in the morning, I’m gonna take the dirt road home
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| 'Cause these Blue Monday blues is 'bout to kill me, sure as you’re born
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| Well, this man pitches a party, every first of the week
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| I can’t cross the floor for other people’s feet
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| Come daybreak in the morning, I’m gonna take the dirt road home
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| Well, I went to my kitchen, intendin' to eat a bite
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| The table was crowded from morning till night
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| Come daybreak in the morning, I’m gonna take the dirt road home
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| (spoken:
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| All right, Little Son Joe
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| Yes, I know, keep on playing
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| I’ll come home)
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| Hey, now I turned around, aimed to go to bed
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| There’s four at the foot and six at the head
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| Come daybreak in the morning, I’m gonna take the dirt road home |