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© Blue Book Music, BMI
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern singin' a little bit of these workin' man blues
I'll keep my nose in the grindstone work hard everyday
I might get a little tired on the weekend after I draw my pay
I'll go back workin' come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window catch a train to another town
I'll go back workin' gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I'll drink a little beer in the tavern cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
Here comes that workin' man
[ guitar ]
Well hey hey workin' man workin' man like me
I ain't never been on welfare and that's one place I won't be
And I'll be workin' long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in the tavern sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
This song's for the workin' man
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© Vidor Pub, BMI
Blues stay away from me
Blues why don't you let me be
Don't know why you keep on haunting me
Love was never meant for me
True love was never meant for me
Seems somehow we never can agree
Life is full of misery
Dreams are like a memory
Bringing back your love that used to be
Tears so many I can't see
Years don't mean a thing to me
Time goes by and still I can't be free
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© Fred Rose Music, BMI
When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wadn't nothin' I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Yellin' what am I comin' to
And I just keep moanin' moanin' the blues
Well I wrote a nice long letter sayin' mama please come home
Your daddy is lonesome and all I do is moan
I've been lovin' that gal for so doggone long
I can't afford to lose her now
I thought I was right but I must have been wrong
Because my head is startin' to bow
And I just keep moanin' moanin' the blues
Well baby baby baby honey baby please come home
Your daddy is lonesome and all I do is moan
I've been lovin' that gal for so doggone long...
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© Belinda Music, BMI
If you've ever seen that ole Mississippi
Queen of the delta land
Then you'll understand
Why I've got the blues for Dixie
If you've ever been to Tennessee when
That old cotton field is white
In pale moonlight
Then you've had the blues for Dixie
If you've seen the glamor of that Alabama
Moon shinin' in the sky
If you've got a baby in Birmingham maybe
Then you'll know the reason why
Why I'm gonna be blue till I'm on that old choo-choo
Headin' down South again
There goes that train
That's leavin' me blue for Dixie
[ guitar ]
Country music three ways
[ dixieland ]
Now here comes
If you've seen the glamor of that Alabama...
Why I'm gonna be blue 'til I'm on that old choo-choo
Headin' down South again
There goes that old train that's leavin' me blue
There goes that train that's leavin' me blue for Dixie
Oh Lord
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© Blue Book Music, BMI
The old man paid no mind to color
Cause he knew that I'd been down and out
Old Joe said that I was a soul brother
The things I'd been singin' about
He liked how I played my old guitar
And he sit down beside me to sing
Together we hummed out an old timey blues
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
On the same side of the railroad track
Where people have nothing to lose
I'm the son of a gambler who's luck never came
And a white man singin' the blues
We both done a heap of hard livin'
And hard to describe in a song
But the blues was one thing we both understood
And the old man hummed right along
On the same side of the railroad track...
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© Peer Int, BMI
With friends around and even pals that I know are true
Still I'm lonely homesick and blue
There's no one who can cheer me when I'm alone
Longing for my Mississippi home
Way down on the delta on that Mississippi shore
In that muddy water I long to be once more
When night shadows creep about and the whippoorwill call
You can hear old mammy shout come in here you all
Way down on the levee strolling in the pale moon light
You can see those steamboats and fields of snowy white
There's a feeling I can't lose muddy water in my shoes
When I get those Mississippi Delta blues (yodel)
[ dixieland ]
I long to hear them singing songs them old melodies
Swanee River and Ol' Black Joe
That sweet magnolia perfume floating on the breeze
Way down south is where I long to go
Hey way down on the delta on that Mississippi shore...
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© Anne-Rachel Music, ASCAP
Yeah sittin' on this plow day dreamin' thinkin' of the weeks to come
Ole cotton patch is hot can't think of a worse spot
To be on a hot summer day
Next week I will get my hoe down and hit the field at break of day
That will be so sad my feet will hurt so bad
When I chop the cotton all the day
Ole mule been a balkin' they're tired of walkin'
Up and down this cotton row so straight
But they should pull their best cause soon they'll get a rest
They don't have very long to wait
When the pickin' starts next fall I'll need my cotton sack that's all
My back will nearly break from pullin' all that weight
When I start to pickin' cotton next fall
There's them boys Elden Tiny and Roy
[ guitar ]
These ole mules been a balkin' they're tired of walkin'
Up and down this cotton row so straight
But they should pull their best cause soon they'll get a rest
They don't have very long to wait
When the pickin' starts next fall I'll need my cotton sack that's all
My back will nearly break from draggin' all that weight
When I start to pickin' cotton next fall
Oh Lord yeah cotton patch blues
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© Peer Int, BMI
My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me Lord Lord
Yes my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Tryin' to make me believe I ain't got that ole TB
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me Lord Lord
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me hey
Cause my body rattles like a train on that ole SB
I got that TB blues
Here comes Norman Hamlet on the dobro
[ dobro ]
He's got that ole TB too can tell by the way he plays
Gee but the graveyard is a lonesome place
That old graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back and put that mud down in your face
I got that ole TB and I can't eat a bite Lord Lord it's the truth
I got that ole TB I can't eat a bite honey baby
It's got me worried soul I can't even sleep at night
I got that TB blues
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© Peer Int, BMI
Thought I was a gambler I broke every shark in town
Until I met up with a rounder who called all I put down
I put the cards on the table and he drew an ace high hand
He bet his watch and I called it and I lost my money like a man
I've got them polka dot blues the polka dot blues
I lost my hat and my coat and my straight lace shoes
I hawked my watch and went back to lose
The mean old gambling polka dot blues
Got the gambling polka dot blues
[ guitar - dixieland - fiddle ]
My gal had plenty so I got twenty then I went back and sat down
I got a four but I thought it was more as he dealt the cards around
He set the deck on the table and I bet him all I could stand
When I turned over a measly four he had another Ace-high hand
I've got them polka dot blues the polka dot blues...
Got the gambling polka dot blues
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© Bourne Co, ASCAP
My brain is cloudy my soul is upside down
Lord my brain is cloudy my soul is upside down
When I get the slow down feelin' I know the blues must be someplace around
Well you gotta treat me right honey day by day
Get out your little prayer book get upon your knees and pray
You're gonna need you're gonna need my love someday
And you're goin' to be sorry oh you treated me this way
[ guitar - fiddle ]
Well good evenin' don't that sun look good goin' down
I said well good evenin' don't that sun look good goin' down
And don't your home look lonesome when your lover ain't no place around
Well I tried everything baby to get along with you
Now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna stop my cryin' and leave you alone
You don't believe I need it you can't count the days I'm gone
Cause you're gonna need you're gonna need my love someday
And Lord you're goin' to be sorry oh you treated me this way
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