Troubles up and down the road
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And trials all the way around
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Never knew what trouble was
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Till my honey threw me down
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With nothing but old ragged clothes
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My heart strings broken to shreds
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Blues creeping over my body
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Queer notions flying in my head
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The easiest thing I ever done
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Was loving and drinking wine
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The hardest thing I ever done
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Was paying off a judge's fine
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I've never worked for pleasure
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Peace on earth I cannot find
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The only thing I surely own
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Is a worried and troubled mind
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If men and wine don't kill me
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The one more plan to find
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Soak up all the old rub-alcohol
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Ease all trouble off my mind
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Rub Alcohol Blues
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The Fiery Furnaces |