| The old man paid no mind to color
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| 'Cause he knew that I’d been down and out
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| Old Joe said that I was a soul brother
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| From the things I’d been singin' about
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| Well, he liked how I played my old guitar
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| So he sit down beside me to sing.
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| And together we hummed out an old timey blues
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| Hmm, do dee dang
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| From the same side of the railroad tracks
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| Where people have nothin' to lose
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| I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
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| A white man singin' the blues
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| Well, we both done a heap of hard-livin
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| And hard to describe in a song
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| But the blues was one thing we both understood
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| And the old man hummed right along
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| From the same side of the railroad tracks
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| Where people have nothin' to lose
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| I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
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| A white man singin' the blues
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| From the same side of the railroad tracks
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| Where people have nothin' to lose
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| I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
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| I’m a white man singin' the blues
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| Now the old man paid no mind to color
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| 'Cause he knew that I’d been down and out
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| Old Joe said I was a soul brother
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| From the things I’d been singin' about |