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Grateful Dead Walkin Blues

pantin', some electric chillin' cryin' But, ooh, mistook, misgiven Got me up and walking Baby, but I'm walking blue, walking blue Well some people say boy, the walking blues

that babe, had them old walkin' blues Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues

dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every

him under the bed, and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs Walk

[Originally by the Grateful Dead] As I was walkin down rubadub square Not a chill to the weather but a nip to the air From another direction she was

the facial turn into a human tornado, yes I'm able, cut up the gonga, I'm Philly label blunt sponsered, blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert, Smoke

he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of

the blasphemy You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns for me celebration instead Skull and bones, walking

Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue I'