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Preaching Blues
Az utolsó sor „’stil’ry”-je teljes formájában „destillery,”
vagyis szeszfőzde. Robert Johnson Preaching Blues Mmmmm mmmmm Woke up
this mornin', got the blues walkin' like a man, Woke up
this mornin', got the blues walkin' like a man, Worried blues, give
me your right hand. The blues fell mama's child,
and tore me all upside
down, The blues fell mama's child,
and it tore me all
upside down, Travel on,
poor Bob, just can't turn you
'round. The blues, is a low-down shakin' chill, The blues is a low-down shakin' chill, Ain't never
had them, hope you never will. Well, the
blues is a mean old aching
heart disease, The blues is a mean old aching heart disease, Like consumption,
killing me by degrees.
I been
studyin' the rain, gonna drive
my blues away, Goin' to
the 'stil'ry, stay out there all day.
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