| I lost my sugar in Salt Lake City
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| Oh, why did I go there?
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| I should have stayed down in New Orleans
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| And never gone nowhere
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| A man which we talked from kansas city
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| His words were sweet like wine
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| He gave us diamonds & limousines
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| And stole that gal of mine
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| When night comes creeping
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| For me there ain’t no sleeping
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| What she sold, she’ll be reaping
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| For she done me wrong
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| I cried my heart out in Salt Lake City
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| The day I heard the news
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| She left me deep in my solitude
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| With the Salt Lake City blues
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| Salt Lake City is renowned for it’s beauty
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| The snowcap sasquatch mountains are nearby
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| In 1929 the factory output was 43 million dollars
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| Wholesale trade amounted to
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| 71 million five hundred & ten thousand five hundred & seventy three dollars
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| Retail trade ninety two million
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| There’s salt beds & farm lands producing
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| alfalfa, green, sugar beats & vegetables in the vicinity
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| But as far as I’m concerned
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| I don’t care if I ever set foot there again in Salt Lake City
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| That town is a nemesis to me
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| Man I cried my heart out in Salt Lake City
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| The day I heard the news
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| She left me deep in my solitude
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| With those blues
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| Salt lake City blues |