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You can find Old Blue Joe down on the corner every night Playing his guitar like he's picking a fight He'll play your request but it's the blues that run his life In fact the blues is the only way that Old Blue Joe gets by He's gotten used to it but he still don't like to lose If he had a choice it's not a choice he would choose He knows that he's one of the unfortunate few That's been on and seen the other side of the blues The other side of the blues... Takes a bite out of life The other side of the blues... Darkens more the darkest night The other side of the blues... Doesn't care if you like The other side of the blues Old Blue Joe's on the corner he's always been on Still playing the saddest of the saddest song Through the blues, the youth he feels he should warn Not to make the same mistakes the same way he has done It's raining now as he plays but he'll never stop The drive to keep on strumming is all that old Joe has got Growing the bitter blues is this blue mans crop Fertilizing it daily until this life is naught The other side of the blues... Doesn't care what is lost The other side of the blues Knows the price and pays the cost The other side of the blues... There is something that is wrong With... The other side of the blues...
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Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Other Side Of The Blues
You can find Old Blue Joe down on the corner every night Playing his guitar like he's picking a fight He'll play your request but it's the blues that run his life In fact the blues is the only way that Old Blue Joe gets by He's gotten used to it but he still don't like to lose If he had a choice it's not a choice he would choose He knows that he's one of the unfortunate few That's been on and seen the other side of the blues The other side of the blues... Takes a bite out of life The other side of the blues... Darkens more the darkest night The other side of the blues... Doesn't care if you like The other side of the blues Old Blue Joe's on the corner he's always been on Still playing the saddest of the saddest song Through the blues, the youth he feels he should warn Not to make the same mistakes the same way he has done It's raining now as he plays but he'll never stop The drive to keep on strumming is all that old Joe has got Growing the bitter blues is this blue mans crop Fertilizing it daily until this life is naught The other side of the blues... Doesn't care what is lost The other side of the blues Knows the price and pays the cost The other side of the blues... There is something that is wrong With... The other side of the blues...
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Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
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