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I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

Hard As I Try, Daddy-o, I Really Do Not Like Concert Singers. They Are Always Singing In Some Foreign Language.

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

Beauty For Some Provides Escape, Who Gain A Happiness In Eyeing The Gorgeous Buttocks Of The Ape Or Autumn Sunsets Exquisitely Dying.

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.