| I got the blues
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| You damn right
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| I got the blues
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| You damn right
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| All right now
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| All right now
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| Mama left me, I was young
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| Papa left me, too damn young
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| Down in texas
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| Dirty south texas
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| On my own
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| In a bad place
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| In a bad way
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| Got damn blues
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| There’s a rattlesanke, with some bad blood
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| Bit’in me
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| Out on the road
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| I’m all alone out here
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| Got damn blues
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| There’s a young child, locked in a bird cage
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| On a border town
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| Out on the road
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| I’m all alone out here
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| Got damn blues
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| There’s a grown man, sweatin' methadone
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| Killin' me
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| Go down the road
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| Well, go down the road from here and do not lose the way
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| Got damn blues
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| There’s a whole town, of righteousness
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| Hate’in me
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| Go down that road
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| Go down the road from here and do not lose the way
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| Got damn blues
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| Down at the crossroad, with a broke leg
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| Which way do I go
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| I’m go’in down that road
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| I’m gettin' down that road from here, I will not lose my way
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| Got damn it blues
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| There’s a racist man, in the whitehouse
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| Up on the hill
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| Get down the road
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| Get down the road from here and do not lose your way
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| Got damn it blues
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| On a shoe string, with some chicken bone
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| Must be hoodoo
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| I’m gettin' down the road
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| I’m gettin' down the road from here, I know by now I will not lose my way
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| Well, I’m walkin' down this staright and narrow road
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| Shakin all these got damn blues
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| My head’s held high but I’m feelin' so low
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| Shakin' all these got damn blues
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| Well, I’m walkin' down that staright and narrow road
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| Shakin all these got damn blues
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| My head’s held high but I’m feelin' so low
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| Shakin' all these got damn blues
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| Well, I’m walkin' down that staright and narrow road
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| Shakin all these got damn blues
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| My head’s held high but I feel so low
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| Shakin' all these got damn blues |