Well, Mister Saxman, how do you do?
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There's nobody here but me and you
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You've been blowin' all night I know and you need your rest
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But before you go to bed, man, I've got one request
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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Ah, Mister Saxman, don't be shy
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Don't be complaining that your mouth is dry
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I got a bottle of something right here in my coat
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Stone guaranteed to lubricate your throat
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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Now, Mister Saxman, I know you play your horn
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Like every shred of your soul was tattered and torn
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You can make it sound like crying
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You make it sound like a full flood of tears
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Bring that thing over here
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Let me hear you play it for the lost and the lonely
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Play it for the tricked and misused
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I want to hear you play it for every storm-blown disappointed soul
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For every heart that's been abused
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Let me hear you play it for all the women in the world
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And make it blue
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And Mister Saxman, play it for me
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Because I'm hurting too
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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You played a blues for your baby
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Now play a blues for me
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Blues For Your Baby
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| The Waterboys |
