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1. I had a dream last night all about my gal.
You can tell by that sweet poppa ain't feelin' so well.
2. I'm goin' away momma, just to wear you offa my mind.
If I stay here in Chicago, money's gonna be my crime.
3. My house is lonesome, my baby left me all alone.
If your heart ain't rock, sugar, it must be marble stone.
4. I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk.
It has settled on my brain, and it hurts my feet to talk.
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