| Blind man standing on the corner
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| Crying out the blues
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| Said, I don’t need a dollar
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| Don’t you give me a dime
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| Until you bring back
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| That little girl, of mine
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| I can’t let her go
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| I’m hooked, I can’t let her go
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| People try to tell me to stop crying
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| Find me someone new
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| Cause when the, the good Lord
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| Made one woman, hallelujah
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| Don’t you know he made two
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| But I can’t let this one go
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| Lord, I can’t let her go
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| I can’t let her go
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| No I can’t let her go
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| He lifted his head towards the heaven
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| And said, «good Lord, I’d rather die
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| Than let a no good cheating woman
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| Make me stand on this corner and cry»
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| Said, «Lord knows, I’m living in a world of darkness»
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| Said, «but this don’t bother me
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| And until I find that sweet little girl of mine
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| Lord knows, I just don’t want to see»
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| But I can’t let her go, no
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| I’m hooked
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| Lord, I can’t let her go
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| No I can’t let her go
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| Lord, I can’t let her go
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| Won’t somebody please help the blind man
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| Lord, I can’t let her go, no, no
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| Somebody help the blind man
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| I just can’t let her go, no |