| Working on the road across this great big world
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| I’ve been rolling like a stone, I never get back home
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| Yes, I’ve been long-gone
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| And boy, I’ve got the Birmingham Blues.
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| Been across the ocean to the south sea isles
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| Yeah, I travelled to the east and west for mile and miles and miles
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| And I’ve been long-gone
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| And boy, I’ve got the Birmingham Blues.
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| CHORUS:
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| Across the world I’ve seen
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| People and places
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| Could be the same
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| But with a different name.
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| I wouldn’t change the things I do for anything
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| But I’d just like to hear the message of the streets again
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| Give me a ticket
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| Cause boy, I’ve got the Birmingham Blues.
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| It may be kind of homely but it sure is sweet
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| Industrial Revolution put it on its feet
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| But it’s a long, long way
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| Boy, I’ve got the Birmingham Blues.
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| I’ll go and stay awhile and all the folks I meet
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| They’ll say «You won’t stay long, you got them travelling feet
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| You’ll soon be long-gone
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| 'Cos boy, you got the rest of the world blues!»
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| REPEAT CHORUS |