CRYIN¡¯ IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA
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Writer Hank Thompson
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Well, I went to see my baby
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She said stay away from me
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'Cause I'm a hot wire
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And you're a flat tire
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And I'm a-lettin' you go, you see
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(Chorus)
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And now, I'm gone
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You can look for me
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Down by the ocean
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Cryin' in the deep blue sea
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Well, I never thought my baby
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Would ever say goodbye
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That goes to show
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That a man don't know
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Just how the cards can lie
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(Repeat Chorus)
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She left me here to weep and moan
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Nothin' but the doggone blues
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I've made my bid
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But she flipped her lid
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And now I've got the walkin' shoes
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(Repeat Chorus, "so" instead of "now")
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Well, the tears I shed this mornin'
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And the tears I shed last night
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I cried, by gosh
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But it just can't wash
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My baby from my sight
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(Repeat Chorus)
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When I looked out on the ocean
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Lord, it was deep and wide
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Well, my baby's gone
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And I can't go on
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So I hung my little head and cried
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Where?
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Down by the ocean
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Cryin' in the deep blue sea
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Cryin' In The Deep Blue Sea
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| Hank Thompson |
