Been down so long, even the blues got to leave me alone Been down so long, even the blues got to leave me alone What can you do? when you're the blues, and someone's lower than you? I been down so long, e'en the blues got to leave me alone.
I got a house but i sure could not call it home It's just a box made of concrete, mortar and stone Got things in the attic, They know they're above me It's a kind of abasement, The way that they shove me around
my home town
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I got a woman, but I could not call her my own I try to talk to her, just can't get past the tone I'll twist and i'll dangle Til i've started to swing But she'll stay on the phone Til i give her a ring she can hold
(so i'm told.)
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I got a job, and i work my hands to the bone Cutting the beef so i can pay back my booking-house loan I'm just a draft horse Where machinery hums. I'd flick it the finger But it can't have my thumbs for its claws
I'll withdraw
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I've been down harder Been down harder babe, And further and stronger Ever since the day that we met Ever since...
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