When a griot sings his perfect song
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I found the place where I belong
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What the griot sings I recognise
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That soulful tune that made me cry
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The story born inside his song
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I finally found
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Where the blues came from
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His music came from a distant land
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It moved and changed
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With the desert sand
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Upon the shores of hell his music froze
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And came to be what we all now know
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Where the blues come from
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A wise old man he told me this
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Where the pain you feel
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And the music kiss
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Melted down into a devil's brew
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The sadness came and she turned it blue
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When you're lonely
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You will know this song
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When it hurts so deep
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And stays so long
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Though its dark you know
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Where you belong
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Then you will know
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Where the blues come from
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Where The Blues Come From
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| Chris Rea |
