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Sep 2018
When I woke this mornin
I was feelin bad
Just thinkin bout the times I once have had

Babe if you don't want me
Why don't you tell me so
Cuz I can get a gal most anywhere I go

Woke up this mornin
Blues was all around my bed
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead

Mr Judge be as easy as you can
Please now Judge be as easy as you can
It's all I can do if you save me from the pen

Mr Judge now what might be my fine
Please Judge tell me what might be my fine
He said a year in jail and a fifty dollar fine

I cried oh my baby
What's the matter now
Cuz I believe to my soul you don't need me anyhow

And if you don't want me
You should tell me so
All these worried blues give me trouble everywhere I go
iamnoone
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iamnoone  portland
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