| Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
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| We shared the good times with the bad
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| Now many a year has passed me by
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| I still recall the best thing I ever had
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| Im just goin down the road t see bessie
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| Oh, see her soon
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| Goin down the road t see bessie smith
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| When I get there I wonder what shell do Now all the crazy things I had to try
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| Well I tried them all and then some
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| But if youre lucky one day you find out
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| Where it is youre really comin from
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| Im just goin down the road t see bessie
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| Oh, see her soon
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| Goin down the road t see bessie smith
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| When I get there I wonder what shell do Now in my day Ive made some foolish moves
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| But back then, I didnt worry bout a thing
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| And now again I still wonder to myself
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| Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing
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| Im just goin down the road t see bessie
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| Oh, see her soon
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| Goin down the road t see bessie smith
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| When I get there I wonder what shell do Theres so much time has gone right on by
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| I didnt think one could be so wrong
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| And then one night I was drinkin and a-thinkin
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| In the bottom of the glass I could see bessies face so strong
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| Im just goin down the road t see bessie
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| Oh, see her soon
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| Goin down the road t see bessie smith
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| When I get there I wonder what shell do When she sees me will she know what Ive been through?
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| Will old times start to feelin like new?
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| When I get there will our love still feel so true?
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| Yet all I have, Ill be a-bringin it to you
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| Oh bessie, sing them old-time blues |