| Dig count basie
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| Blow joe’s blues away
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| Every night, every noon, every sun, every moon
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| Yeah, every way
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| Yeah, everywhere
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| Yeah, i get the blues
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| Yeah, and i don’t care
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| Yeah, i run away and hide
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| But find they follow me there
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| You run away and hide
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| But find they follow you there
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| There, well get up
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| Yeah, get fed up and they’ll let up
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| Dig, get up and go now
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| Let up and blow know
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| You give them their way everyday
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| Yes, every doggone day
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| You’re sing the blues each time i see ya
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| Every day, you’re singing the blues
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| Those blues won’t free ya
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| Every day, i sort of expected
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| Once you’d shake’em
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| Every day, but now i can dig
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| They’re what you make them
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| Every day, what about it?
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| Soon as i’m wakin'
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| Every day i have the blues
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| Every dawnin' i dig
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| They’re waitin' there to wig me
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| Every day, what about it?
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| Oh, every day i have the blues
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| What are you gonna get but blue
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| Wish that i could help you
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| Baby, what can i do?
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| When you see me worried baby
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| I’ve had a few
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| Because it’s you i’d hate to lose
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| What about settlin'
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| How’re you gonna keep’em from meddlin'?
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| You should be movin'
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| Nobody loves me
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| Oh, you need some groovin'
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| Nobody seems to care
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| The blues have gone their bit- yeah!
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| Bby don’t seem to care
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| Her lovin' cupboard is bare
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| Nobody loves me
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| Your troubles growin'
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| You should be goin'
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| Nobody seems to care
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| The blues have won — that’s it yeah
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| How’re you gonna get her to care?
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| Gotta be a millionaire
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| Speaking of bad luck
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| Luck and trouble
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| And you know i’ve had my share
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| The day they metcha
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| You let them getcha
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| So now you might as well split — yeah
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| Yes man, i’m diggin', you tell me
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| I’m gonna pack my suitcase
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| I hear ya talkin'
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| Pck, they got us wlkin'
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| No, pack, just let her have her say — yeah
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| No one to love, the girl ain’t lyin'
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| Pack, she’s really cryin', no
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| Pack, she’s really not this way — yeah
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| No one to love
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| Pack, i know for certain
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| Pack, although she’s hurtin', no
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| Pack, she’s bound to lose them someday
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| No one to love
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| Move on, wow
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| Move down the line
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| Move down the line
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| Gonna move on, wow
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| Move down the line
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| Move down the line
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| I’m gonna move on, wow
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| Move down the line
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| Move down the line
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| I said, dig
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| I hear, dig
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| I hear you singin' the song, dig
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| It’s clear, dig
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| These bluesare doin' you wrong, dig
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| Just wait, dig
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| You’ll sing and shout’em away, dig
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| Too late, dig
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| Looks like they’re comin' to stay, dig
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| That’s fate, dig
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| Blues chase contentment away
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| Since they’ve known ya
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| The blues will own ya
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| Dig, i dig, dig
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| Them blues are doin' you in
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| Dig, i dig, dig
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| One way to ruin you in
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| Dig, i dig, dig
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| Hear basie kickin’em out
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| Dig, i dig, dig
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| Hear what i’m talkin' about
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| Dig, ooh — ooh, dig
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| Blues lose by diggin’you, shout
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| Dig basie and everyday
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| He’ll blow your blues away, yeah |