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The blues I knew
In the main parade
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs
Us smiled as one and sang to god
Inspiration "The Weary Blues"
lounging on the bar with a dead beer
Heard strains from a small honky-tonk
Needin some more suthrn cheeer
The piano man he played
The ol blues in shades of grey
tun'es my granny sang
Pullin me to hum along
From hard work and pain
The blues down payment
Not content but lament
From blood and toil was it distilled
Dat coin dat paid the bill
Drums his foot while we all nod
The blues of street of dust and hot
Dat beaten fields of sweat
The shackled, servile just like dogs
Us smiled as one and sang to god
Inspiration "The Weary Blues"
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