He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
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Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
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Hustlin' down the city streets
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And selling his ass for a dollar bag
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
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Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
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Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
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And a sailor
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Oh
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's got the blues
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You can hear it in his music
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's got the blues
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You can hear it, you can hear it
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When I was nine years old
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My daddy ran away
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With a woman he met on a train, oh
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His little boy
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Ran to the room
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Where his piano
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Lay in wait for him
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He played and he played
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He played and he played
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's got the blues
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You can hear it, you can hear it
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's got the blues
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A year ago, I met a girl
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I thought we'd hit a massive groove
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But she dumped me
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And all we'd hit were the blues
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's got the blues
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You can hear it in his music
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He's got the blues, this boy
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He's really got the blues
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The Blues
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| Randy Newman |
