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Well, I was born in Chicago back in 19 and 41
I was born in Chicago back in 19 and 41
Well, my father told me
Son, you had better get a gun!
Well, my first friend went down when I was 17 years old
Well, my first friend went down when I was 17 years old
Well, there's one thing you can say 'bout that, boy
He got gold
My second friend went down when I was 21 years old
Well, my second friend went down when I was 21 years old
There's one thing you can say 'bout that, boy
He got bread
Well, the blues's all right when there's someone left to play the game
Well, the blues's all right when there's someone left to play the game
All my friends are going
And things just don't seem the same
No, things just don't seem the same, babe
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The joint was jumping all the time
Something running through my mind
There was a pretty face on the floor
I stood there wondering if I could score
She said:
Too many people knocking on my door
When I answer they still want more
You look different from the other guys
A love of another kind
I walked her home, we talked all night
I never noticed the morning light
Maybe I changed, I can't quite say
I had to see her for another day
She said:
Too many people knocking on my door
When I answer they still want more
You look different from the other guys
A love of another kind
Now I see that girl all the time
Just to know she is mine
Can't you see that I'm a changed man
I see that girl whenever I can
She said:
Too many people knocking on my door
When I answer they still want more
You look different from the other guys
A love of another kind
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Dreaming of the rose
I left behind
Staring at these four walls
It's time to hitch a ride
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me
The city's like a ghost town
They can all go to hell
One thought that's with me
To see that Southern belle
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me
Blue in the morning
My empty bed
That's why I'm going
Where angels fear to tread
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me
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Eagle lands on my tombstone
Six feet under, I'm dead and gone
Said, someone dancing on your grave
Shake off the dust and live again
A hundred ways that a man can die
He come back if he really try
Said, sunlight on the water's edge
Shake off the dust and live again
A new-born babe with an old man's face
Sleep all night and he cry all day
Blue-eyed boy how still he lay
Shake off the dust and live again
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Blues with a feeling, that's what I have today
Blues with a feeling, that's what I have today
I'm gonna find my woman if it takes all night and day
What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
What a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself
When the one that you're loving has run off with someone else
You know I love you baby
Tell you the reason why
Gone and left me, baby
Left me here to cry
Blues with a feeling, that's what I have today
I will find my woman if it takes all night and day
What a lonesome feeling ... repeat as before
You know I love you baby
Tell you the reason why
Gone and left me, baby
Left me here to cry
Blues with a feeling, that's what I have today
I will find my woman if it takes all night and day
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In all those deserted farms I searched for you
In the driving rain most nights feeling like a ghost
Moving unseen and through every street of dreams
Then I saw you one day laughing under that big Dallas sky
After you went away I thought I'd never see your face again
Ships that pass in the night
Thought I'd make my way up north, go get a steady job
Work with my hands if the occasion called
But the West Texas wind
Kept calling me back
Through China-town and up the East River
To that big Dallas sky
I knew I'd find you in a bar some place
Pretending you never knew the stranger at the door
But the other customers were wise to that game
I knew you'd come running sooner or later
But not because of my sweet longing arms
And not because of the way I held you that night
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So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I'm gonna find my baby
Before I'll be satisfied
I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Well it sung like a straight line
But it was below
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
That took my baby
And left me standing here
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I see damage in your eyes
Are you taking me for a ride
Runs so deep, cuts so wide
An open wound deep inside
Put my feet on solid ground
Put my feet on solid ground
Feels like an earthquake comin'
When you give me all your lovin'
Fall of the city when it comes
Hits me like a million tons
Put my feet on solid ground
You ask me to come back and then
Don't hold back and don't pretend
Gimme, gimme, gimme pain
Do it once and do it again
Put my feet on solid ground
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