Blues stay away from me Blues why don't you let me be I don't know why you keep a-hauntin' me True love was never meant for me True love was never meant
-up that's here to stay Java Blues ... coffee's got me Java Blues ... coffee coffee coffee Java Blues ... well the coffee's got me Java Blues
I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the
Oh Lord, Lordy Lord It hurts me so bad for us to part Someday baby, I ain't gonna worry My life no more You're on my mind Every place I go How much
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the
Try to get a date My boss says, "No dice, son You gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues
Stay away from me everybody 'Cause I'm in my sin I said, stay away from me everybody 'Cause I'm in my sin You know I'm beggin' you Somebody give me my
the river was dry He's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue I had me a man who couldn't be true He made me for my money and she made me blue A woman
Blues Run the Game Lyrics Written by Jackson C.Frank Catch a boat to England, baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone
Guitar (simon) & violin (stephane grappelli) Instrumental
me To that little room Oh no no, oh no, no There's only one thing I need to know Whose side are you on, whose side are you on? I got the paranoia blues
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard Oh Lordy, trouble so hard Don't nobody know my troubles but God Don't nobody know my troubles but God Oh Lordy, trouble so
I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line Far from Fulsom Prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonsome whistle, blow my blues
wanna be a mule skinner Yodel-a-ee-he-he He-he-he-he-he-he Yodel-a-ee-he-he He-he-he-he-he-he Mule skinner blues
already lost Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
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Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no
Now its decision time Which one will stay which one will say goodbye Just my luck to find Someone who makes me want to leave her behind We took the backseat