| I’m lying here for hours,
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| Can’t get my eyes to close.
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| Can’t get one moments peace,
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| To save my dog-gone soul.
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| I’ve been doin' more than drinkin'
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| Tryin' to ease my pain.
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| Everywhere I go,
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| Somebody speaks your name.
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| Oh my friends keep on askin'
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| Boy what’s a wrong with you,
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| I say I’m worried,
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| Worried down with the blues.
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| Try to be a good man,
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| Work my fingers to the bone.
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| Oh and you return the favor,
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| By reckin' oh a happy home.
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| Why’d you play so many dirty tricks
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| I lost my faith in you,
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| And now you want me to take you back.
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| What’s a poor man supposed to do?
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| I am worried down with the blues,
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| Oh yes I am,
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| I am worried down with the blues oh yea
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| I feel like I was born to lose.
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| I used to walk with pride and my head held high
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| And now I’m starin' down at my shoes.
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| Yes I am worried,
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| Worried down with the blues.
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| You made me turn my back,
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| On my very best friend.
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| And when my back was turned,
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| You were messin' around with him.
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| Still I’d give up everything,
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| Just to have you by my side.
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| In the cold cold nights when I reach for you.
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| I’m holdin' to my foolish pride.
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| I am worried down with the blues,
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| Oh yes I am,
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| I am worried down with the blues oh yea
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| I feel like I was born to lose.
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| I used to walk with pride and my head held high
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| And now I’m starrin' down at my shoes.
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| Yes I am worried,
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| Worried down with the blues. |