There'll be nothing more to say and nothing left to lose. He'll have forgotten when we sang the backslider blues. Chorus Singing the backslider blues I'm just singing the backslider blues
'll be nothing more to say and nothing left to lose. He'll have forgotten when we sang the backslider blues. Chorus Singing the backslider blues I'm just singing the backslider blues
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young, And I call it, the broken hearted blues, The air on that night, was tempered like a knife, And the people
I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it
hand And I'm blue Oh, black day All you give to me are your wild ways When you're the love of my life And then you gorge me with a knife And I'm blue
There's gold in the mountains And a people living in the sea I love you and don't you know That you love me Yes you do We make feasties of the
a dollar Oh Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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