| Well, Mister Saxman, how do you do?
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| There’s nobody here but me and you
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| You’ve been blowin' all night I know and you need your rest
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| But before you go to bed, man, I’ve got one request
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| You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me Ah, Mister Saxman, don’t be shy
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| Don’t be complaining that your mouth is dry
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| I got a bottle of something right here in my coat
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| Stone guaranteed to lubricate your throat
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| You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me Now, Mister Saxman, I know you play your horn
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| Like every shred of your soul was tattered and torn
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| You can make it sound like crying
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| You make it sound like a full flood of tears
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| Bring that thing over here
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| Let me hear you play it for the lost and the lonely
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| Play it for the tricked and misused
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| I want to hear you play it for every storm-blown disappointed soul
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| For every heart that’s been abused
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| Let me hear you play it for all the women in the world
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| And make it blue
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| And Mister Saxman, play it for me Because I’m hurting too
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| You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me You played a blues for your baby
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| Now play a blues for me |