thinkin' of me I guess I got My baby don't love me blues If it's true what I'm thinkin' She's on the town Slinkin' all around My baby don't love me blues
Remember last Christmas eve When we sat next to our first tree Ornaments reflected light Of a candle in the night And I gave you a music box Back then
Blues It may be kind of homely but it sure is sweet Industrial revolution put it on its feet But it's a long, long way Boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues
Hey mr. judge, your trams are coming down the line The cargo ain't too much if you can chase the friends of mine I heard they smuggle in the goods Along
Blues. It may be kind of homely but it sure is sweet Industrial Revolution put it on its feet But it's a long, long way Boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues
somewhere in secret, the dutch orchestra's playing. somewhere in secret, the dutch orchestra's playing. real nice. real nice. and they play so quiet,
somewhere in secret, the dutch orchestra's playing. somewhere in secret, the dutch orchestra's playing. real nice. real nice. and they play so quiet
[Music & Lyrics: Paul O'Neill] Remember last Christmas Eve When we sat next to our first tree Ornaments reflected light Of a candle in the night And
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Birmingham Blues. It may be kind of homely but it sure is sweet Industrial Revolution put it on its feet But it's a long, long way Boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues
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Where you to cross the world my dear? To work or love or fight. I could be calm and wistful here And close my eyes at night It were a sweet and gallant