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go on, i've had enough
dump my blues down in the gulf
she loves you, big river, more than me
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go on, i've had enough
dump my blues down in the gulf
she love you, big river, more than me
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Telephones make strangers out of lovers,
Whiskey makes the strangers all look good
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there ain't nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
and sunday mornin comin down
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i don't mean trouble please don't put me down don't get upset
i am not pleading or saying i can't forget you
i do not pace the floor or bow down and beg but yet
mama, you been on my mind
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'cept for the accomp...accompan....

...the fella that plays the geetar.
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i'm the kid rockin thick books and glasses
in the back of your classes in the front of your mind
better holla now cause in two months and countin
i'll be up out and bouncin leavin y'all ass behind