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Good morning blues, blues how do you do. Good morning blues, blues how do you do. Babe, I feel alright but I come to worry you. . Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus. Baby
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doin my rumba with uno,. And that'n, my satin doll. . (Coda). And that'n, my satin doll.
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Yeah, my bills are all due and the baby needs shoes but I'm busted. Cotton is down, quarter a pound but I'm busted, oh yeah. I got cow that went dry, hen that won't lay. Big stack of bills gettin
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Now this could only happen to a guy like me. And only happen in a town like this. So may I say to each of you most gratefully. As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is
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say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. (Fonder). And that tears are only rain to make love grow. Well, my love for you could never grow no stronger. (Stronger). If I lived to be a hundred
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. And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. And
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Good morning blues, blues how do you do. Good morning blues, blues how do you do. Babe, I feel alright but I come to worry you. . Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus. Baby
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Hey everybody. Let's have some fun. You only live but once. And when you're dead you're done So let the good times roll. I said, "Let the good times roll". I don't care if you're young or old
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Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on. A-Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me Fill my heart with song and
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Never treats me sweet and gentle. The way he should. 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good. My poor heart is sentimental. Not made of wood. I got it bad, and that ain't good. But when the
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Never treats me sweet and gentle. The way he should. 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good. My poor heart is sentimental. Not made of wood. I got it bad, and that ain't good. But when the
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Song I Got It Bad (and That Ain't Good) (1995 Remastered) - V. A. Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way she should. I got it bad and that ain't good. My poor heart is sentimental, not made of
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loves me, nobody seems to care. Well, worries and trouble darling, babe you know I've had my share Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday. Everyday, everyday I have the blues. When you see me worryin
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There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. The corn is as high as an elephant's eye. And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky Well, oh what
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Georgia, Georgia,. The whole day through. Just an old sweet song. Keeps Georgia on my mind I said Georgia. Georgia. A song of you. Comes as sweet and clear. As moonlight through the pines
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All too soon. We had to part. The moment you had touched my heart. And with you went my dream. All too soon All too sweet. Was our affair. And you put all the sweetness there. What a shame
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up. Lights up and gives me a call. Take me to the Fireflies ball But when I get her there. Set her there. Do I get to pet her there. And *** me some glow No, she's a gad about, mad about. Luring
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In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die I sit in my chair. And filled with despair. There's no one could
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You ain't been blue; no, no, no. You ain't been blue. Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood
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In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die I sit in my chair. And filled with despair. There's no one could
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You ain't been blue; no, no, no. You ain't been blue. Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood
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You ain't been blue; no, no, no. You ain't been blue. Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep. The memory of our
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Perdido,. I look for my heart. It's perdido. I lost it way down in Torito. The day the fiesta started. Bolero, I sway that they play the Bolero. I kissed me the listing sombrero. And that's
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wish it was me instead. Went down to St. James Infirmary. All was still as night. My gal was on the table. Stretched out so pale, so white. Though she treated me, mean and lowdown. Somehow didn't care
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