| If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel
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| If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel
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| I’m about to lo-ose, my lovin' gal Lucille
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| (yodels)
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| I love you woman, but I don’t like your lowdown ways
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| I love you woman but I don’t like your lowdown ways
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| You got me in trouble and now I’m served in days
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| (yodels)
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| Instrumental
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| Write me a letter, send it to me by mail
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| Write me a letter and send it to me by mail
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| Just send it to me, in care of the Birm-ingham jail
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| (yodels)
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| Well, I ain’t gonna marry, no, I ain’t gonna settle down
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| Lord, I ain’t gonna marry and I ain’t gonna settle down
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| I’m gonna be a rounder, 'til the po-lice shoots me down
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| (yodels)
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| You can blow your whistle, mama you can toot your horn
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| You can blow your whistle and mama you can toot your horn
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| You’re gonna wake up some morning and find your daddy gone
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| (yodels) |