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Between midnight and dawn, baby, we may ever have to part,
But there’s one thing about it, baby, please remember
I’ve always been your heart [].

Well it’s blues in my house, from the roof to the ground,
And it’s blues everywhere since my good man left town.
Blues in my mailbox ‘cause I can’t get no mail,
Says blues in my bread-box ‘cause my bread got stale.
Blues in my meal-barrel and there’s blues upon my shelf
And there’s blues in my bed, ‘cause I’m sleepin’by myself [].

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