| I wake up with my head and hand
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| I wish I was another man
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| 'cause I almost fed up with the blues
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| I think about the kitchen sink
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| Then I just shudder to think
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| 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| If it don’t let up, gonna get up
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| And get my life set up
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| 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| Have some coffee, 'fore I call it quits
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| Might even put jam on my biscuit
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| 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| There’s a woman, a can, and an bank note due
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| But I’m gonna leave that up to you
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| 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| If I get up they’ll knock me down again
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| But what are you gonna do, my friend
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| When I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| If it don’t kill me, it thrills me
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| But somebody always bills me
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| And I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| It’s a gut check, a train wreck
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| With all of the usual suspects
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| And I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| If these blues don’t stop hurtin' me
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| Its curtains for my misery
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| 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| Might get a job, or join a club
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| 'cause buddy I’ve whittled it down to the nub
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| And 'cause I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| If it don’t kill me, it thrills me
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| But somebody always bills me
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| And I’m almost fed up with the blues
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| It’s a gut check, a train wreck
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| With all of the usual suspects
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| And I’m almost fed up with the blues |