(Robert Johnson)
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I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
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Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
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Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
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And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail
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Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
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If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
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And tomorrow was Christmas day
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If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
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All I would need is my little sweet rider
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Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away
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You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door
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All around my door
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You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door
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It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider
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Every old place I go, every old place I go
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I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree
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Tremblin' on the tree
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I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree
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All I need is my little sweet woman
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And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company
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Hellhound On My Trail
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Eric Clapton |