| He was a man
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| A ramblin' man he was yes he was
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| Guitar in hand
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| His home was on the road and that’s where he was
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| He’s seen a thousand roads
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| He’s been a million miles
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| And when he’d bend a note
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| A tear would fill my eyes
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| Where are you playin'
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Town to town
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| Honkytonks and dives all look the same
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| His gipsy heart keeps his shadow ridin' through the rain
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| A graveyard full of scars
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| His life will paint his songs
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| 'Cause when you’re on the road
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| There’s nowhere you belong
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| You’re just alone
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| Where are you playin'
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| He’s seen a thousand roads
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| He’s been a million miles
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| And when he’d bend a note
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| A tear would fill my eyes
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| Where are you playin'
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| I’ve paid some dues
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| Now I make my living as a music man
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| I play the blues
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| I guess the blues must be just what I am
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| A graveyard full of scars
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| His life will paint his songs
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| 'Cause when you’re on the road
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| There’s nowhere you belong
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| You’re just alone
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| Where are you playin'
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| He’s seen a thousand roads
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| He’s been a million miles
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| And when he’d bend a note
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| A tear would fill my eyes
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| Where are you playin'
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| Mr. Bluesman
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| Mr. Bluesman |