Well late over in the evening I feel like blowin' my horn Well I woke up this morning All I had was gone Brooks run into the ocean Ocean run into the sea If I don't find my baby Somebody sure gonna bury me Minutes seem like hours Hours seem like days Well seems like my baby Well boy must stop her lowdown (evil) ways Some people tell me The worried blues ain't bad It's the worst old feeling I almost ever had
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