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| 2:32 | 
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Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin, had them Statesboro blues. Looked over in the corner, well my baby had 'em too. Mama died and left me reckless, Papa died and left me wild, I ain't good lookin baby, but I'm someone's sweet angel child. Going to the country, baby do you want to go? I know if you can't make it, your sister Lucille say she wanta go. You know I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. Yes I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. She treat me like a king, I treat her like she was a doggone Queen. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive papa Taj from your door? |
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| 2. |
| 2:18 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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| 4. |
| 3:09 |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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| 6. |
| 2:43 |
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| 7. |
| 2:54 |
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I got the dark night blues
I'm feeling awful bad I got the dark night blues Mama, I'm feeling awful bad That's the worst ol' feeling That a good man have ever had I followed my brown From the depot to the train I followed my fair brown From the depot to the train And the blues came down Like dark night showers o' rain I drink so much whiskey I stagger when I'm sleep Drink so much whiskey I stagger when I'm sleep My brains are dark and cloudy My mind's gone to my feet I got the blues so bad I can feel them in the dark I got the blues so bad I can feel them in the dark And one dark and dreary morning Baby, when you broke my heart I got a fair brown in Atlanta Got one in Macon too I got a fair brown in Atlanta Got one in Macon too I got one in Statesboro Give me them old dark night blues Everything I told you Went and told your outside man Everything I told you Mama, you went and told your outside man But I want to tell you something Your good man can't stand Riding the PNP Special Mama, and I'm leaving this town Riding the PNP Special Baby, and I'm leaving this town Say you didn't want me I'ma quit hanging around |
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| 8. |
| 2:39 |
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| 9. |
| 3:21 |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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| 11. |
| 2:59 |
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| 12. |
| 3:12 |
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| 13. |
| 3:09 |
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| 14. |
| 3:06 |
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You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea
But mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station to the train And the blues came down like night and showered me I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying I told her, she had a home just as long as I had mine I've got two women and you can't tell them apart I've got one in my bosom and one I got in my heart The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone Take my advice, let these married women be 'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule That's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow Lord, oh Lord Lordy, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy Lord Lord, Lord, Lord When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else Lord, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord |
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| 2:44 |
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| 16. |
| 2:34 |
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| 17. |
| 2:20 |
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