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ti. ar. al. Stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again. Bob Dylan. Oh, the ragman draws circles. Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was. But I know that he don't talk. And
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ti. ar. al. Stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again. Bob Dylan. Oh, the ragman draws circles. Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was. But I know that he don't talk. And
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, livin' There were two from Colorado. Texas and Nebraska too. Another came from Ohio And they did not sing the blues. You had the feeling. They had nothing to lose Livin', livin' in the band Through
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tiMobile. arAvril Lavigne. alLet Go. offset500. Avril Lavigne - Mobile. Went back home again. This sucks gotta pack up and leave again. Say goodbye to all my friends. Can't say when I'll be there
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Music blues traveler (instrumental)
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blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing. The saddest kind o' song. He knows things are wrong. And he's right From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe. Wherever the four winds
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Blues in the night. Artie Shawn. . My mama done tol' me,. When I was in knee pants,. My mama done tol' me,. Son! A woman'll sweet talk. And give ya the big eye;. But when the sweet talkin's
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it hard. When you have to live the blues I call my baby on the telephone. She said come on over Stevie I'm all alone. I said I can't get my car started mama Whoa, yeah. What can a poor boy do
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in the sand. Or sleeping in your dress blues Your wife said this all would be funny. When you came back home in a week. You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you. In a bar or a tent by the creek
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. Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes. School shot down cause there's no more to lose. Now we're headed to D. C. Two by twos. Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues. . Lookin
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. The band is packin' up. And I'm on my own. Oh, but I miss you now you're gone. Mama, your boy's a blues singer. Such an old blues singer. . Nothin, oh but nothin's changed. Oh sometimes you win
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. The band is packin' up. And I'm on my own. Oh, but I miss you now you're gone. Mama, your boy's a blues singer. Such an old blues singer. . Nothin, oh but nothin's changed. Oh sometimes you win
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. When you get the blues in the night. . Take my word, the mocking bird'll sing. The saddest kind of song. He knows things are wrong and he's right. . From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
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get the blues in the night. . Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing. The saddest kind o' song. He knows things are wrong. And he's right. . From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
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get the blues in the night. . Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing. The saddest kind o' song. He knows things are wrong. And he's right. . From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
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down, come on round. and listen to the band we got the blues and rhythm. good enough to eat. sound and vision. hit me with the backbeat. blues and rhythm. something for my soul. my decision. give
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to play. Because I seem to hear it yet, simply can't forget. That blue refrain. There's nothing like the Handy Band that played the Memphis Blues so grand. Oh play them Blues. That melancholy strain
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fun. And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye. Like I'm just about to blow a fuse. Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got. The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues. I
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fun. And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye. Like I'm just about to blow a fuse. Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got. The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues. I
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this traveling band. I'm over 40 years old now. Nights would be so cold now i. If you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man. . I'm over 40 years old now. Nights would be so cold now. If she
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this traveling band. I'm over 40 years old now. Nights would be so cold now i. If you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man. . I'm over 40 years old now. Nights would be so cold now. If she
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for goodbyes. You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy So you lose. I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues. And all this talk about leavin' is strictly bad news
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for goodbyes. You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy So you lose. I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues. And all this talk about leavin' is strictly bad news
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La donna e mobile. qual piuma al vento. muta d'accento. e di pensiero. Sempre un a mabile. leggiadro viso,. in pianto o in riso,. e menzognero. La donna e mobil. qual piuma al vento. muta
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nice it seems,. Or just how much it really means Glad to be, oh yes-sirree. Where welcome's free and dear to me. Where I can lose, lose my Basin Street Blues Basin Street, oh Basin Street. Is the
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Well Johnny come in last night, man he was an awful sight. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny, there'll be no band tonight". "The piano-man's drunk, he been down in the dumps. The drummer's in bed
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La donna e mobile. qual piuma al vento,. muta d'accento. e di pensiero. Sempre un'amabile. leggiadro viso,. in pianto o in riso,. e mensognero. La donna e mobil. qual pium al vento. muta
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La donna è mobile, qual piùma al vento,. Woman is fickle (movable), like a feather in the wind,. muta d'accento, e di pensiero. she changes the tone of her voice (i. e. , her accents), and her
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Well Johnny come in last night, man he was an awful sight. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny, there'll be no band tonight". "The piano-man's drunk, he been down in the dumps. The drummer's in bed
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. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. And I'd rather be, yes, siree. New Orleans the land of dreams. Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Now ain't you glad you came