| I’ve lost my happy home;
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| My baby’s told me to pack my trunk and go;
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| My heart is fairly breaking,
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| To have to go.
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| Oh, hon, isn’t it a sin,
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| To drive your poor baby
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| Out in the sleet and wind?
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| But he pointed to the door,
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| And just said, «Go.»
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| I’m almost gone insane,
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| When I hear you, daddy,
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| You ride moaning like a train;
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| For there’s no other,
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| Daddy, won’t you change.
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| Oh, hon, I got those blues runnin' through my soul.
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| Take me back, sweet daddy,
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| I am going home, daddy;
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| Why, there’s no other
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| Who can ease my pain.
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| Oh, hon, I got those blues just runnin' through my soul;
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| Just take me back, oh, sweet daddy,
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| Why, I am going home, baby;
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| For there’s no other
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| Who can ease my pain. |