| Oh, the daydreams I can create
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| When the moonbeam is on the snowflake
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| And lonesome is my only friend
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| Yeah, I feel so forsaken
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| Like the good times are on vacation
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| And ain’t coming home again
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| Sitting here without her
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| I get to thinking about her
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| You know that feeling just ain’t right
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| 'Cause she’s in New York City
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| And I’m stranded in self-pity
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| Don’t you play no blues tonight.
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| 'Cause your guitar will get to crying
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| And I’ll sure get to sighing
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| Form my hat down to my soul
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| Yeah, there’s a favor you can do me
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| Don’t sing no sad songs to me
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| 'Cause buddy I already know
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| If my lick would change
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| I’d catch myself and airplane
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| I’d leave you and these damned old blues behind
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| But she’s in New York City
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| And I’m stranded in self-pity
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| Don’t you sink no blues tonight
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| Yeah, she’s in New York City
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| And I’m stranded in self-pity
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| Don’t you sing no blues tonight |