| Somewhere in this big city a fine young lady’s getting dressed
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| She’s going down to the blues club to hear the sounds that she loves best
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| Modern music just don’t move her
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| Rap and country 'n' all the rest
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| She’s going out all alone to check out a new blues band
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| Her girlfriends won’t go with her, no they just don’t understand
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| That’s too bad, but she don’t need them
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| And she ain’t lookin' for a man
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| To her nothing sounds so good as a ringing slide guitar
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| She loves it slow and deep, and she feels it in her heart
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| She says «hush, I’m trying to listen»
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| When men hit on her at the bar
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| A lady so fine and soulful can still be blue that’s for sure
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| She might make lots of money, but a troubled heart can make her poor
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| And if blues is her sadness
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| Then blues music is her cure |