| Mr. McTell Got the Blues |
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| I’m leaving town: baby going to leave my home |
| I’m going: where honey I’m better known |
| I walk these blocks: I got to buy me some shoes |
| That’s the reason why: Mr McTell got the blues |
| Got drunk last night: mama and the night before |
| And if luck don’t change: Mr McTell won’t get drunk no more |
| Cigarettes is my ruin: whiskey is my crave |
| Some of these nice‑looking women: going to take me to my |
| grave |
