| Well some people take this life
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| They keep it all up inside
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| But me I can take the picking
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| Hell I just let things ride
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| When all has got you down
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| You got nothing left to lose
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| Just slide on boys
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| And just lose those blues
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| Just let it ride
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| Just let it ride
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| Don’t stop boys, c’mon said let it ride
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| Dum dum dee da le Let it ride
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| Just let it ride
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| Don’t stop boys, c’mon said let it ride
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| Well now I’ve been down and out
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| I say I know it ain’t no joke
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| And I know that hungry feeling
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| And that gnawing when you’re broke
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| Right here for some it’s different
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| But for me I found a way
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| I can get up and grab my old guitar
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| And just play those blues away
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| Well one time when I was job-hunting
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| Down in New Orleans
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| I came upon a man who was
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| Thumbing through stacks of greens
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| He asked me was I hungry
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| And I said, «Man is that some kind of a dirty joke?»
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| Said drink lots of water boy
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| And just walk real slow
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| Just let it ride…
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| Well now you know just as well as me
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| How the blues gonna get you down
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| They gonna kick you and sick you |
| And I said
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| Flat buck you in the ground
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| But I found me a way to beat back those blues inside
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| You can grab your grip and your old flat pick
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| And said boys just let it rid
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| Just let it ride… |