Dead Car Battery Blues
One, two, a-one, two, three, four
Well i, cant go to the park
I cant go to work
I cant do nothin
I gotta stay in my house like a jerk
How come I always lose
My car has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
You know, cant visit my girlfriend
I cant go to school
I cant go anywhere
Gotta stay in my room like a fool
cause I got grease in my hair
My belvederes in disrepair
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
So i, went to see my mechanic
He said, okay, now what is wrong
I told him my car wouldnt start
He said, this shouldnt take very long
So he replaced all my plugs and my points
And he looked at my carburetor
He took out my engine and turned it around
And then seventeen hours later
He looked at my headlights and said
Son, how long have these things been on
I told him, oh, about three or four weeks
He said, buddy, I know whats wrong
But I hate to be the one to give you the news
You got the dead car battery blues
So now i, cant go to my office
Cant work on my job
I might as well lock myself up in my room
And live my life like a slob
How come I always lose
My belvedere has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Millionaire Blues
I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Satellite Blues
(young - young)
She makes the place a jumpin
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin
Thats when she get it out
And when she start a rockin
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin
The dish is runnin hot
The box is set for pumpin
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
Shes gettin set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Cant get nothin on the dial
The frigin thing gone wild
All I gets the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This things nothing but a load of crap
Im gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Runnin Blue
Poor otis dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Poor otis dead and gone
Yeah, back down, turn around slowly
Try it again, remembering when
It was easy, try it again
Much to easy, rememberin when
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues
Well, Ive got the runnin blues
Runnin away, back to l.a.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in l.a.
Runnin scared
Runnin blue
Goin so fast
Whatll I do
Well, Ive got the runnin blues
Runnin away, back to l.a.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in l.a.
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues
song performed by by Doors
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White Shoes
(jack tempchin)
I want em, I need em
And Im gonna go out and get em
White shoes
I know Ill feel better
When I slide down into the leather
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
I woke up from a dream
When I saw em in a magazine
White shoes
I said lou you gotta start new
And the first thing you gotta do
Is get some white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
You know he left me with the lonesome blues
Been hangin round too long with nothin to do
Yeah, he really made me pay those dues
But Im goin out on the town tonight in
White shoes
Well, I wanted em, I needed em
Yeah, and I went out and got em
White shoes
That new boy when I see him
Im gonna walk right up and meet him in
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes
Im goin out on the town tonight
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Talkin Blues
Yeah! oh, yeah! now!
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too; (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!)
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too. yeah!
Im saying: talkin blues (talkin blues),
Talkin blues (talkin blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Yeah, Ive been down on the rock for so long, (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw; (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Ive been down on the rock for so long, (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw. (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
But-a I - Im gonna stare in the sun,
Let the rays shine in my eyes.
I - Im a gonna take a just-a one step more
cause I feel like bombin a church -
Now - now that you know that the preacher is lyin.
So whos gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters are fighting?
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin blues (talkin blues), keep on talkin blues (talkin blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didnt you hear?
Cold ground was my bed (bed last night),
Rockstone - rockstone - rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.
Sayin: (talkin blues, talkin blues):
I seem to wear a permanent screw - permanent screw.
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo) /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Robot Blues
They are short circuting again
Those robotic men
Wires blown
Fuse gone
Singing the blues
The robot song
Marching to work and back again
Lights on the blink
Days cut short
To night fall
Blotting the stars with a marker pen
Numbers in
And out again
Circuits faulty
Battery gone
And old men are singing the robot song
Lights on the blink
Burnt out fuse
A low dull humming
Strumming the 'robot blues'
Emilia punk hurst
poem by Yvette Smith
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Blues Man
Hey What chu tryin to do
Why you tryin to see through me baby
Its way too hazy
Hey Im still feelin the same
So dont go tryin to change me baby
You cant save me
So many people try to bring me down
They wouldnt last a second in my town
CHORUS
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey I little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight
You stem so far from the truth
You hide inside all your talkin papers
Flashin statements
You never put your money down
And watched a big wheel go around and take it
And in remake it
All you do is follow me around
Then you go ahead and ride it down
REPEAT CHORUS
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said dont try walkin inside my shoes baby baby
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your unless your unless your
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Even God Must Get The Blues
Pick up any morning paper
Turn on the 6 oclock news
The devils been so busy lately
That even God must get the blues
A young man lies there in the street
His life gone like it was nothin to lose
And for the shoes there on his feet
Yes even God must get the blues
When this rain falls down from heaven
It must be the angels cryin
For all the sorrow in the world tonight
A young girl hides her face in shame
So they cant see its been battered and bruised
Like shes the one to blame
Yes even God must get the blues
Pick up any evening paper
Turn on the 10 oclock news
The devils been so busy lately
That even God must get the blues
Yeah even God must get the blues
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Honky Tonk Blues
[e]well I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw im going steppin out and get the
[a7] honky tonk blues, hey the honky tonk [e] blues
Hey [b7] lord I got em, I got the ho-on-ky tonk [e] blues
ell I went to a dance and I wore out my shoes
Woke up this mornin wishin I could lose
Them jumpin [a7] honky tonk blues, hey the honky tonk [e]blues
Oh [b7] lord I got em, I go the ho-on-ky tonk [e] blues
Solo [e] [a] [e] [b7]
[e]ell I stopped into every place in town
This city life has really got me down
I got [a7] the honky tonk blues, hey the honky tonk [e]blues
ell [b7] lord I got em, I got the ho-on-ky tonk [e] blues
[e] im gonna tuck my worries underneath my arm
And scat right back to my pappys farm
And leave these [a7] honky tonk blues, hey the honky tonk [e] blues
[b7] oh lord I got em, I go the ho-on-ky tonk [e] blues
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Bet On The Blues
Bet on the blues (paxton)
Copyright 1975 accabonac music
Five hundredll buy you a stack. bet it on the red or the black and youll
Lose, bet on the blues.
You tell me youre a gambling man.
Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
If youre looking to get an inside slant,
If youre looking for something so good you cant refuse, bet on the blues.
Find a man who thinks hes over the hump,
Im here to tell you hes a kind of a chump you can use, bet on the blues, bet
On the blues.
Lucky old sun is shining today. even money says youll be paying some dues, bet
On the blues.
You say you found your lady fair.
Eight to five shes wearing her traveling shoes, bet on the blues.
Five hundredll buy you a stack. bet it on the red or the black and youll
Lose, bet on the blues.
You tell me youre a gambling man.
Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
If youre looking to get an inside slant,
If youre looking for something so good you cant refuse, bet on the blues, bet
On the blues,
Bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.
song performed by by John Denver
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Worried Down With The Blues
By warren haynes, allen woody & john jaworowicz.
Copyright 1996 sony music entertainment, inc.
Transcribed by marcus fromm & cal watts
Im lying here for hours,
Cant get my eyes to close.
Cant get one moments peace,
To save my dog-gone soul.
Ive been doin more than drinkin
Tryin to ease my pain.
Everywhere I go,
Somebody speaks your name.
Oh my friends keep on askin
Boy whats a wrong with you,
I say Im worried,
Worried down with the blues.
Try to be a good man,
Work my fingers to the bone.
Oh and you return the favor,
By reckin oh a happy home.
Whyd you play so many dirty tricks
I lost my faith in you,
And now you want me to take you back.
Whats a poor man supposed to do?
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose.
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
And now Im starin down at my shoes.
Yes I am worried,
Worried down with the blues.
You made me turn my back,
On my very best friend.
And when my back was turned,
You were messin around with him.
Still Id give up everything,
Just to have you by my side.
In the cold cold nights when I reach for you.
Im holdin to my foolish pride.
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose.
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
And now Im starrin down at my shoes.
Yes I am worried,
Worried down with the blues.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Satellite Blues
She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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Wearin Out Your Walkin Shoes
Writer, hank williams demo rec. 1950?
(c) well, you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Yes, theres something mighty necessary (c7) bout em,
A (f) woman will give you the (c) blues, shell have you (g7) pullin
Out your hair, and (f) wearin out your (g7) walkin (c) shoes.
Well they just keep naggin, until your head is saggin,
There aint a wink a-sleepin, when they start in weepin,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you bitein off
Your nails, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Its a losin gamble, when you start to ramble,
Oh lordy, how you miss em, and you long to kiss em,
cause a woman will give you the blues, shell have you
Tossin in your sleep, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Well you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Its better to talk with em, than to talk about em,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you talkin to
Yourself, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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She's Got The Rhythm ( And I Got The Blues)
Spoken: Ya'll got the rhythm in here tonight?
Crowd noisethenAw Yea,
Old bar stool's feelin' higher
I've started sinkin' lower
The minute that she waltzed right through that door
Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her
Now she's with somebody new out on that floor.
And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
And she's showin' me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues.
Yee Haw.
--- Instrumental ---
That music's gettin' louder
As my heart keeps beatin' faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Well, I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need 'em
'Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize.
'Cause she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
She's showin' me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues.
--- Instrumental ---
Yeah, she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
She's showin' me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues.
Yeah, with her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the blues...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Song: Spell Out The Blues
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
No ruthless go-getter,
With the dumb luck of youth.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
A fashion trend setter,
Who's never uncouth.
My life's such a clutter,
But what can I do?
I've pulled down the shutters,
And choked off the view.
The world is a gutter,
A foul smelling brew.
And my writings still stutter,
To spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I splutter,
Spell out the blues!
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I'm your prisoner in fetters,
Though you're never cruel.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
No grudge or vendetta,
To play me the fool.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I am dry cheddar,
While you are just smooth.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
You sent me those letters,
So I'd walk in your shoes.
Walk in your shoes!
Walk in your shoes!
I'd pound out the leather,
And walk in your shoes.
My fragile self shatters,
Yet you flatter me.
My attention is scattered,
I fall to my knee.
How can it matter,
If satyr I be?
For I am the Mad Hatter,
Of sad irony.
A sad irony!
A sad irony!
Like metal I'm battered,
By a sad irony.
With a mind sharp as butter,
I ferret the clues.
A weird internet-er,
Who studies the news.
Some call me a nutter,
But I cannot lose.
When the words that I mutter.
Spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I utter,
Spell out the blues!
poem by David SmithWhite
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Good Time Charlies Got The Blues
(words & music by danny okeefe)
Everybodys gone away
Said theyre movin to l.a.
Theres not a soul I know around
Everybodys leavin town
Some caught a freight, some caught a plane
Found the sunshine in the rain
They said this towns will waste their time
I guess theyre right, its wasting mine
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time charlies got the blues
Good time charlies got the blues
You know my heart keeps tellin me
Youre not a kid at thirty-three
Play around youll lose your wife
You play it too long youll lose your life
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time charlies got the blues
Good time charlies got the blues
Good time charlies got the blues
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time charlies got the blues
Good time charlies got the blues
Good time charlies got the blues
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues
This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...
they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...
no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without
red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.
She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.
She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...
But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...
red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.
poem by Janice Windle
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G.i. Blues
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
In texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
For a slice of texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
And they don't give the purple heart
For a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Footloose
Album: Not Another Teen Movie [Soundtrack] (2001)
I been working so hard
I punch my card
Eight hours, for what?
Now tell me what I got
I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
now you gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, my lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
you've got to turn me around
You put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
Footloose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, My lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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U.S Blues (encore)
U.S. Blues (Grateful Dead)
Red and White, Blue Suede Shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, How do you do?
Give me five, I'm still alive.
Ain't no luck, I've learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change.
Stays 72, come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag.
Rock the boat, Skin the goat.
Chorus:
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summer time done, come and gone my oh my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am.
Been hiding out in a rock 'n roll band.
Shake the hand, that shook the hand
of P.T. Barnum, and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, Light the fuse.
Can you use, them old U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth.
Run your life, steal your wife.
Chorus, then lead.
Back to back, Chicken Shack.
Sun of a gun, you better change your act.
Your all confused, what's to lose?
You can call this song the United States Blues.
Extended Chorus then end
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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