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When I take the stage
and wail the blues long and hard
for my lost baby
Nobody out there knows
or even cares about my troubles
or why I sing
or why I look so sad

I got involved with a fast city woman
as mama would say
"She saw me a-commin'"
for every nickel she spent on me
for every every dime she spent on me
She took a dollar in return

I poured out my feelings
and didn't mince any words
which she never tired of hearing
Oh, you know, she urged
She led me to the point
of blindness on to sorrow
on to the edge of my doom

I forgot my raising
and stopped going to church
Started stealing and lying
and doing other things worse
just to prove to that woman
that I could and I would be her man

Oh how I could be so foolish
And what's even worse
I forgot the season
God, am I cursed?
We were to be married Sunday
in a small country church

Then I wrote a letter
to my hometown girl
But she'll marry another
I think his name was Earl
I'm gonna shake myself
just like the old hound dog
Move on up the road
and get lost in a fog

I've been working for a year and a day
And all I have to show is
a hi-fi that won't play
I lost my new Mustang
Pawned my last pair of shoes
And don't have fifty cents
to pay up the dues

Then I ran away far
And tried hard to die
But all I could do was
sit down and cry
Life on earth for me is over
So I guess I'll just have to learn to fly

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