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Blue Day Blues

Scrapper Blackwell

One day I sit thinking : when the rain pour down outside
And the more I thought : the more I began to cry

Today has been : a long old lonesome day
And it looks like tomorrow : going to be the same old way

My days seem lonesome : and my nights they are so long
I'll be mighty glad : when them old blue days are gone






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