| Left Chicago in the summer, New York in the fall,
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| Detroit in the winter didn’t prove a thing at all
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| I got those roamin' blues
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| Yes I got those roamin' blues
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| Can’t find no place to settle
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| Woo I got those roamin' blues
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| Joined a club in old Saint Louis, that G.I. |
| free loot club
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| Stood in line so long man, wore my legs down to a nub
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| I hit the road again
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| Yes I hit the road again
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| Can’t find no place to settle
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| So I hit the road again
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| I thought I’d made it Jack in good old Albuquerq'
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| I was on the wrong track, you know they tried to make me work
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| — ain't that a killer?
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| I hit the road right quick
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| Yes that judge was much too slick
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| Can’t find no place to settle
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| Woo I hit the road right quick
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| Then Las Vegas was the next stop, that fast town left me weak
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| The dice man made twelve passes and I was up the well-known creek
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| Those gamblers put me down
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| Yes I had to walk right out of town
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| Mm-mm, that ain’t no place to settle
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| Mmm, I had to walk right out of town
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| Ah but I hit the greatest town of all, Frantic Frisco
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| Got me a gal with plenty gold and she just won’t let me go
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| I think I’ve found a place
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| Yes I got my boots all laced
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| Found me a home, don’t have to roam, it’s good news,
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| I’ve lost those roamin' blues |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roamin' Blues , by - Louis Jordan. Song from the album Rhythm'n Blues & Rock'n Roll, Vol. 5, in the genre Традиционный джаз