| Long before I learned how to tie my shoes
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| I learned that New Orleans was the home of the blues
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| Not long ago one mornin' the sun in the city
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| The blues went rollin' and tumbin' ya’ll up the Mississippi
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| Up through the delta
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| Up to memphis tennessee
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| Where every people struggled ya’ll
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| struggled to be free
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| The blues is the music
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| That fanned the flame
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| That burned in the soul
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| Little Walter and Elmore James
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| The blues is a music
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| That anyone can feel
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| It comes from the crowds of the people that worked the cotton field
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| The blues threw out a pain, but now it can heal
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| and the more I sing it, the better I feel
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| and nobody can give it away
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| nobody can take it away
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| nobody can throw it away
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| and you can’t even pray it away
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| and the blues is a feel’in that will never die
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| and the blues is a feel’in to stay
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| what would this world be without BB King
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| without Bobby Blue Bland doin his thing
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| without T Bone Walker and Howl’in Wolf
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| without Bessie and Big Mama strutt’in thier stuff
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| there’d be no Elvis no Jerry Lee
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| a young Eric Clapton would have never crossed the sea
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| without old Light’in, Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters to grow up on
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| hey the Beatles and the Stones they’d of never left home, no no
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| the blues is the gospel of the common man
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| the story of a people in a hostile land
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| built on a foundation that will never fall
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| thanks to Robert Cray, Stevie Ray, and Taj Majal
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| and nobody can give it away
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| nobody can take it away
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| nobody can throw it away
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| and you can’t even pray it away
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| and the blues is a feel’in that will never die
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| and the blues is a feel’in to stay |