| I come from the country
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| Grew up over
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| There are places I ain’t welcomed
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| And I had to loot and cry
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| I slipped in the back door
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| Still I never got my share
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| But the blues don’t care
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| My best friend had to tell me
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| What I could never see
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| What that woman did the best
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| Was run around on me
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| I had to learn the hard way
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| That all in love ain’t fair
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| But the blues don’t care
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| The blues don’t care
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| Now the blues don’t care
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| You can curse and complain
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| Till it drives you insane
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| But the blues don’t care
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| I tried to reach for higher ground
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| Never dream that I could fall
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| I believed that I could fly
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| High above it all
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| Talk about hitting bottom
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| Brother I have been there
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| And the blues don’t care
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| I laughed and talked with Jesus
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| Told it all to Him
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| I am afraid I told Him too much
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| For Him to let me in
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| Chances are He’ll lose my number
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| When the roll is called up there
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| But the blues don’t care
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| But the blues don’t care
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| No, the blues don’t care
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| You can curse and complain
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| You can say it just ain’t fair
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| But the blues don’t care
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| The blues don’t care |