| I know a place in New Orleans.
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| They call The Castle of Kings and Queens.
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| Where an old sweet black woman sings.
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| And plays piano like a dream.
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| She puts out all her beautiful heart and soul for you.
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| Sweet mamma blue.
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| Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
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| And it will get to you.
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| Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
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| Sweet mamma blue. |
| Sweet Mamma Blue
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| One night I stayed past closing time.
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| Sweet mamma blue my troubled mind.
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| She sang the night away for me.
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| She made me see what I couldn’t see.
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| That only by loving life will all your dreams come true.
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| Sweet mamma blue.
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| Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
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| And it will get to you.
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| Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
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| Sweet mamma blue. |
| Sweet mamma blue.
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| They say she’s gone from misery.
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| But she still lives in my memory.
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| I still can see her smile and say
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| I’ll bet you make it all the way.
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| If you will try the Lord will surely see you through
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| Sweet mamma blue,
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| The world sure will miss you.
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| And when I feel blue I think of you.
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| Sweet mamma blue. |
| Sweet mamma blue.
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| Sweet mamma blue… |