Well, I'm a little light-headed
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But my body feels the same
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And it feels like fallin' on down
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And find another name
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But the sand in my shoes
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May trickle to my brain
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Well, I ain't got the blues
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But something more tame
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Oh yeah, something more tame
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Oh yeah, something more tame.
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Well the sound of the drums
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Is pounding in my head
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Like ten thousand dancers
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With bodies full of lead
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And I feel like a bull
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With an eye-full of red
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Well, I ain't got the blues
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But something better bred
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Oh yeah, something better bred
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Oh yeah, something better bred.
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If tomorrow sees another
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Kind of farm I know
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Well, the people and the soldiers
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And the gypsies groan
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It would be like a wonder
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And I cannot let it go
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Well, I ain't got the blues
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But something more slow
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Oh yeah, something more slow
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Oh yeah, something more slow.
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But the people in the cities
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And the other ones too
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Ain't got too many wonders
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That they're not tied to
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And I can't help but feeling
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As I'm wearing straight through
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Well, I ain't got the blues
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But something more true
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Oh yeah, something more true
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Oh yeah, something more true.
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I Ain't Got The Blues
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| Neil Young |
