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Lookin' 'round for a feelin'. I love the rhythm and blues. The place was rockin' and reelin'. I thought I'd shake me loose The band was pumpin' Motown. Lord, how they could play. The girls a
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Lookin' 'round for a feelin'. I love the rhythm and blues. The place was rockin' and reelin'. I thought I'd shake me loose The band was pumpin' Motown. Lord, how they could play. The girls a
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Bài hát Lay Me Down - Sam Smith. Yes, I do, I believe . That one day I will be where I was . Right there, right next to you . And it's hard, the days just seem so dark . The moon, the stars are
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Oh yeah Telegram Sam. Telegram Sam. You are my main man Golden Nose Slim. Golden Nose Slim. I know's where you've been Purple Pie Pete. Purple Pie Pete. Your lips are like lightning. Girls
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. Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes. School shot down cause there's no more to lose. Now we're headed to D. C. Two by twos. Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues. . Lookin
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Bài hát Lay Me Down - Sam Smith. Yes, I do, I believe . That one day I will be where I was . Right there, right next to you . And it's hard, the days just seem so dark . The moon, the stars are
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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Bài hát Lay Me Down - Sam Smith, John Legend. Yes I do, I believe. That one day I will be, where I was. Right there, right next to you. And it's hard, the days just seem so dark. The moon, and the
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, livin' There were two from Colorado. Texas and Nebraska too. Another came from Ohio And they did not sing the blues. You had the feeling. They had nothing to lose Livin', livin' in the band Through
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own show on the road. I'll lay down the beat, you carry the tune. We'll get tattoos, and we'll trash hotel rooms. Baby, take my hand. I don't wanna be a one man band. No. I wanna run down your wild
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Army Blues 306 Trk 17. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Unknown personnel. Recorded 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Transcriber Awcantor@aol. com When Uncle Sam take all your men. And boys to
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overwhelming, it's much too strong. . Chorus. Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?. And make sure
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Music blues traveler (instrumental)
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. I hope, you're having fun! Band on the run. Band on the run. And the jailer man and Sailor Sam. Were searching every one For the band on the run. For the band on the run. Band on the run. Band
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that's the place I'm so longing to be. Where I can lose. These old Basin Street blues. . No, Basin Street, my Basin Street. Where the young and the old folk meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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. The band is packin' up. And I'm on my own. Oh, but I miss you now you're gone. Mama, your boy's a blues singer. Such an old blues singer. . Nothin, oh but nothin's changed. Oh sometimes you win
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. The band is packin' up. And I'm on my own. Oh, but I miss you now you're gone. Mama, your boy's a blues singer. Such an old blues singer. . Nothin, oh but nothin's changed. Oh sometimes you win
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those winter blues. You know that you want to. So where you think you're going, baby?. We could take it slower, baby. The world can wait, girl. Why don't you stay a while?. Lay you down, lay you down. I
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it hard. When you have to live the blues I call my baby on the telephone. She said come on over Stevie I'm all alone. I said I can't get my car started mama Whoa, yeah. What can a poor boy do
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Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed. Whatever colors you have in your mind. I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine. . Lay, lady, lay
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in the sand. Or sleeping in your dress blues Your wife said this all would be funny. When you came back home in a week. You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you. In a bar or a tent by the creek
