| Ask me who was the first man
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| To make a fire in the night
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| I don’t know
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| Oh Lord I don’t know
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| Ask me who thought of using
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| A candle for a light
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| I don’t know
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| Oh Lord I don’t know
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| But ask me how does a man feel
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| When he’s got the blues
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| And I’d say
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| Misused abused down-hearted and blue
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| Know the reason I know this
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| Is cause the blues is all I was left with
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| Ask me why does a man
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| Have to reach beyond his need
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| I don’t know
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| Lord have mercy I don’t know
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| And ask me why does a tree
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| Have to she’d it’s leaves
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| I don’t know
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| Lord have mercy I don’t know
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| Ask me how does a man feel
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| When he’s got the blues
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| And I’d say
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| Misused abused down-hearted and blue
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| Know the reason I know this
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| Is cause the blues is all I was left with
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| Oh I could tell you how it feels
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| When you got a dirty deal
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| I could even tell you how it hurts
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| When you been stepped on
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| And treated just like dirt
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| Ask me why do all good things
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| Have to come to an end
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| I don’t know
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| Lord have mercy I don’t know
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| You see
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| Ask me nothin but about the blues
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| The blues is all that I was left with
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| Oh I could tell you how it feels
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| When you got a dirty deal
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| Tell you how it hurts
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| When you been stepped on and stepped on
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| And stepped on and treated just like dirt
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| Ask me nothin but about the blues
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| The blues is all that I was left with |