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He's gConna tell you 'bout his dear oGld motherF
CBurned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his Gbaby Fbrother
CHustlin' down AmtheD citGy streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of marines and a sailor, Oh
He's got the Cblues, this Amboy
He's Fgot the blues
You can Ghear it in his music
He's Cgot the blues, this Amboy
He's Fgot the blues
You can Ghear it, you can hear it
AmWhen I was nine years Gold myG daddy ranF away
With a Gwoman he met on a Ctrain, oh
AmHis little boy Gran to the roomG where his piano lay Fin wait for him
He Gplayed and he played, he Cplayed and he played
A year ago, I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me and all we'd hit were the blues
by: José Duarte
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