| hey.
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| Woke up this mornin'
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| to a clock in the afternoon.
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| Couldnt find no sleep last night,
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| but im tryin' to feel alright.
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| My brain is ringin' with the any old chords,
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| I sing hallelijah and I praise the lord.
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| it keeps on burning,
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| it keeps on burning,
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| it keeps on burning my brain.
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| Red is the color of my dancin' shoes,
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| black cotton and I feel the blues.
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| white is my shirt but its no use,
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| i wear black cotton when i sing the blues.
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| Went to bed that evning,
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| four o’clock in the morning light.
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| Rossin' and turnin deep in my dreams,
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| was haunted by spirits till' i gave up the fight.
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| they keep on burning
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| they keep on burning
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| they keep on burning, must ben it’s a sin.
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| Red is the color of my daning shoes,
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| black cotton and I feel the blues.
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| White is my shirt but its no use
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| I wear black cotton when I feel the blues.
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| ooh black cotton, when I sing the blues
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| (music)
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| I was ridin a horse with no name (ho ho ho)
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| played the wrong chips, in the wrong game.
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| I only lookin for some peace of mind
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| I keep on searching cause' its so hard to find.
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| Red is the color of my dancing shoes,
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| black cotton and i feel the blues.
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| White is my shirt but its no use,
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| I wear black cotton when i sing the blues.
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| ooh black cotton
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| oooooo
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| ooh black cotton
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| when i sing the blues
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| Red, thats the color of my dancing shoes
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| black cotton, and I
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| feel
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| feel
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| feel
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| feel
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| feel
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| feel
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| but its no use,
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| I wear black cotton when i sing the blues. |