| -All right. |
| Stand by. |
| Here we go. |
| Blues My Naughty take seventy-four
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| -Oh, shit. |
| I hope I don’t screw up
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| Now there are blues that you get from happiness
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| There are blues that you get from pain
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| There’re blues when you are lonely for your one and only
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| Blues that are hard to explain
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| And there are blues that you get from waitin'
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| But the meanest, the meanest blues that be
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| They’re kind that I got on my mind
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| Blues there are all very meanest kind
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| Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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| Oh, yeah
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| Oh, they’re blues you get from women when you see 'em goin' swimmin' and you
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| haven’t got a bathin' suit yourself
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| There are blues that start to flicker when you had a lot of liquor and someone
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| goes and takes it off the shelf
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| There are blues you get from waitin' on the dock, and you wonderin' if your
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| little boat is gonna rock
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| Blues you keep a gettin' in a taxicab a pettin' every time you hear the meter
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| jump the clock
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| And there are blues you get from cryin' when your uncle Will is dyin' and he
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| afterwards forgets you in his will
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| There are blues you get from kisses when you are walkin' with the missus and
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| another baby shouts, «Hey, Bill!»
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| Blues that kinda make you hop and really shake and shiver, kinda make you want
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| to end it all in the river
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| Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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| Oh, play that thing!
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| Now there are blues you get from women when you see 'em goin' swimmin' and you
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| haven’t got a bathin' suit your own self
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| There are blues that start to flicker when you had a lot of liquor and someone
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| goes and takes it off the shelf
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| There are blues you get from waitin' on the dock, and you wonderin' if the
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| boat’s gonna rock
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| Blues you keep a gettin' in a taxicab a pettin' every time you hear the meter
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| jump the clock
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| And there are blues you get from cryin' when your uncle Will is dyin' and he
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| afterwards forgets you in his will
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| There are blues that get from kisses when you are walkin' with the missus and
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| another baby shouts, «Hey, Patrick!!»
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| Blues that kinda make you hop and really shake and shiver, kinda make you want
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| to end it all in the river
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| Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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| Let me hear it again
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| Oh, blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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| Just one more time!
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| Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
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| Yeah! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me, artist - Glen Campbell. Album song Old Home Town, in the genre Кантри