January
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Lady sing the blues so well, as if she mean it Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree She says, i'm free Sings so soft as if she'll break, says; I can sing this song so blue, that you will cry in spite of you Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder LITTLE WET TEARS ON MY BABY'S SHOULDER I have walked these streets so long There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong Lady lights a cigarette Puffs away, and winter comes And she forgets
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