Eyes, blue eyes How many times must the words be spoken Eyes, blue eyes How many times must the heart be broken tonight Blue eyes, I don't want to lose you Don't lie Blue
shot down cause there's no more to lose Now we're headed to D.C. two by twos Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues Lookin' for my Congressman
to live in clover But they are such a chosen few, chosen few And clover being green is something I've never seen 'Cause I was born to be blue When there
When Sunny gets blue Her eyes get gray and cloudy Then the rain begins to fall Pitter, patter, pitter, patter Love has gone so what can matter No lover
Red top, my little red top See how you got me spinning Going round and round And I don't wanna stop You've got me so if I don't go 'round I am sure gonna
Oh, willow weep for me Weeping willow tree Bend your branches green Along the stream That runs to sea Listen to my plea Listen willow and weep for
Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya, uh huh, alright Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya, uh huh, she's outta sight May sound funny, but I don
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay My, oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine Heading my way Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee
Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says And it still is news Your mama may have Your papa may have But God bless
Well, now oh Mary Ann, you know you sure look fine Let me carry your books home, baby, let me walk you down the line I said, "Oh Mary Ann, you sure do
If I had money, tell you what I'd do I would go downtown, buy a Mercury or two 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury Cruise up and down this road Gonna buy
whiskey And she gave me a liquor still Whoa, yeah yeah yeah What can a poor boy do Ain't it hard, ain't it hard When you have to live the blues
it's time to go over to the doctor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's true. We have a doctor of philosophy in the band and whenever we, we need the answer
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Oh, if only you would make up your mind Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind Lord, you got those come and go blues Lord, you got those some and go blues
seem really Quite the thing to do, no Think I'll drink up a little more wine To ease my worried mind And walk down on the street And leave my blues
You got me runnin', don't know what to do There won't be much of me when you get through Down on the bottom, nothing left to lose Lord I 'n got 'em, mean woman blues
I can't get no that Can't get no, you know, I don't even know where it's at Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze Got them low down, dried out desert blues