| Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, turned to the wall
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| Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall
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| Look here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall
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| I don’t mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
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| I don’t mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long
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| When every friend I have is done shook hands and gone
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| You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin, under my chin
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| You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin
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| 'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I’m sure gonna take him on in Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? |
| How do you do?
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| Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do?
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| Say, I just come here to have a few words with you |