| Maybe you’d like to know, know why I’m blue
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| Know why I’m blue, know why I’m blue
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| Maybe some day it might happen to you
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| Yes, it might happen to you
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| When I tell my story, listen please do
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| It’s sad but true, please hear it through
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| Now if you’ve got a papa, then you will know
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| Just why the blues upset me so
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| Did you ever wake up with the sun’s early rise
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| And feel around the place where your sweet sweet papa lies
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| And when you find that he’s gone, and his pillow ain’t even warm
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| Well there you’re set for the news, just you’ve got them «has been» blues
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| You reach out for your stockin', you reach out for your skirt
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| You don’t know what you doin', your feelin' sure is hurt
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| You try to find your wrap up, can’t even find your hat
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| You stumble over the lockup and start to curse the cat
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| Rush to the front door and pull it open wide
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| Then you find a message peekin' right outside
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| It reads, «Goodbye sweet mama, now don’t you feel so blue
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| I’ve got another woman that’s a better gal than you!»
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| Did you ever wake up with the sun’s early rise
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| And feel around the place where your sweet man used to lay
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| And then you want to hang your head and climb right back into bed
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| Be satisfied with the news, Lord, you got them «has been» blues |