The evening sun is beginning to sing low
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The evening sun is beginning to sink low
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Just a few more hours
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Ooo-well-well and I will have to go
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Once I was going down the lonesome road
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Once I was going down the lonesome road
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I met a man, hoo-well-well
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And he was bound with heavy load
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By then the sun had turned now, the whole world red
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By then the sun had turned the whole world red
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Poor me didn't have no place
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Ooo-well-well, now to lay my worried head
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Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound
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Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound
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I let fate be my pillow, hoo-well-well
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My bed be on the ground
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When I think about all the bad deeds I have done
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When I think about all the bad deeds I have done
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I say to myself, ooo-well-well, I'm no good son-of-a-gun.
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Sinking Sun Blues
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Peetie Wheatstraw |