I’ve had all the kinds of blues that never knew the sun
All the kinds of blues except for only one
I’ve had them she done left me and I ain’t got nothin left but blues blues
I’ve had them car’s broke and got somewhere to go blues
I’ve had them lowdown them slowdown them I’ve got no money blues
All I ain’t had are them
hometown them front porch, them good news
them
goldmine blues
yes gimme them
goldmine blues
I need them Volvo’s dirty, them I tore my Armani them Doc Marteen Blues
I need them I’m bored with Paris them land rover has mud on them tires blues
them my beemer is passe' blues
Oh lord gimme them can’t find good
help blue times a rollin’ on the front lawn blues, baby
yeah

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