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Blues is dead
Walkin’ in the streets, walkin’ in the town,
Lookin’ where to play lookin’ where to jam,
Me and my guitar in front of an old man,
He said “it’s too late son you come just when the blues is dead”,
“No way, I can’t believe what you say”,
I got to get along, I know someone can get my songs,
Playin’ in the bar, playin' the pubs, playin' well some blues, playin' well some slide,
Me and my guitar in front of the crowd,
They said “It’s to late son you come just when the blues is down”,
“No way, I can’t believe what you say”,
I got to get along, I know someone can get my songs,
Playin’ all alone, all my lonesome songs,
No one wants to hear blues may disappear,
Me and my guitar playin as it used to be,
“I don’t care child blues is alive till on my mind”,
Alright, I got to get along I know someone can get my songs,
I got to get along, I know someone can get my songs,
I got to get along, I know someone can get my songs.
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