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The blues have got my soul,
And they ain’t letting go.
I’m trying to break loose, but it ain’t no use.
I quit asking why,
’Cause til the day I die
I know damn well I belong to the blues.
I go down to the track
And I bet my little stack.
Whichever horse I choose, I always lose.
I call my girl for a date.
She tells me I’m too late.
There ain’t no doubt I belong to the blues.
The boss just let me go.
He says I work too slow.
And now I sure could use some good news.
But there’s no running from
Just what I’ve become:
Another man who belongs to the blues.
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