now when you walking to talking blues
wonder what you think about in Duluth
simple ways are done so right
just about time G-d, his might
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living on the edge of a homesick blue
maybe you're trying to hide the flu
living on the barrel of these monkeys of tin
always pass to the left, right back to your kin
now ladies quirk and liars lay
they speak in words to your dismay
invent yourself and think some more
hell, holy mamma gonna make you a bore
injury jury judge and court
a little boy looks out through his little fort
weeping whistles, sing so speech
that man Jeremiah is the one whom preach
four walls cave in and the message grows
the eternal body forever flows
the willow of the night time takes a mare
wondering if one even does care
i'm back again blues
don't you remember that
feeling all sickly
this songs too prickly
hell, i got the moving back home blues
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