It's 2 am another motel room and the boys,
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TheyˇŻll be sleeping soon.
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But I'm up and around and feeling blue
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With not much of anything to do.
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Maybe I'll walk down the hall.
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See if I can find anyone at all
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To get up and head out for a beer.
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Or we could just sit and talk in here.
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Oh it kills me all these slow nights paying my dues.
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But, there ain't nothing wrong
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Just a late night case of the blues.
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Somewhere down in my soul
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An angel lives but he lost control
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And the devil, he gives the dice a roll
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And he takes my heart for a spin.
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But in the morning I'll be fine,
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The birds will sing and sun will shine.
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Cause I'm washed in the blood and born again,
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But on nights like this I'd even question him.
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Forgive me father for being so confused.
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Let's just chalk it all up to a late night case of the blues.
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The phone's been ringing loud and clear
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About a thousand miles from here
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And I wonder if she knows my fear
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Or if she's even home.
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Maybe I'll go walking around
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Or take a taxicab downtown
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Or lay a five-dollar bill on the ground by the wino
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While he's sleeping.
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I can't help but feel like I'm being used.
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Lord. Help me get over this late night case of the blues
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Late Night Case of the Blues
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| Roger Creager |
