| I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk
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| I ain’t see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk
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| I ain’t never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
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| I’m going back to Memphis babe, where I’ll have much better luck
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| Look out mama you know you asked me to be your king
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| She said, «You kiddin' man, if you want it, keep it hid
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| But please don’t let my husband, my main man catch you here
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| Please don’t let my main man, my husband catch you here»
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| The blues are mushed up into three different ways
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| One said, «Go the other», two said, «Stay»
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| I woke up this mornin' with the blues three different ways
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| You know one say, «Go baby, I want to hang up»
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| The other two said, «Stay»
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| Wake up mama, I got something to tell you
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| You know I’m a man who loves to sing the blues
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| Now you got to wake up baby, mama now
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| I got something, I got something to tell you
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| Well, you know I’m the man, I’m the man
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| Oh yes, and I love to sing the blues
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| Come on Davis
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| Come on, come on I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk, you know
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| I ain’t see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk
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| I never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
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| I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn |