| Till the tick tick tock of your mantle clock
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| Sounds like a jungle drum
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| You’ve never been blue, I don’t mind tellin' you
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| When the wear and tear on your rocking chair
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| Is as plain as an old sore thumb
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| You say I gotta right to scream out in the night
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| Breeze, stop moaning those weird melodies
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| My man has left me and I can’t face the music
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| Without singin' the blues
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| Rain, your rhythm on my window pane
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| Drives me insane because I can’t face the music
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| Without singin' the blues
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| My heart is so broken I’ve spoken
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| To the Lord for sympathy
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| And if He don’t help me, so help me
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| It’s the bottom of the deep blue sea for me
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| I’m gonna end this misery
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| My man has left me and I can’t face the music
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| Without singing the blues
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| My heart is so broken I’ve spoken
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| To the Lord for sympathy
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| And if He don’t help me, so help me
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| It’s the bottom of the deep blue sea for me
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| I’m gonna end this misery
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| My man has left me and I can’t face the music
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| Without singing the blues
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| Why don’t you stop this foolin' around
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| You know your love has gotten me down
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| 'Cause with out you
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| I know I keep singin' these same old blues |