I'm walking, walking with the blues
Talking 'bout the blues
Walking with the blues
And talking 'bout the blues
Spend all my life just trying
to choose a way to get back home
Maybe not tomorrow but someday
Maybe not this life but baby, one day
This place it ain't no disgrace
Lots of people learn to love its face
Lots of people learn to
watch the fires burn
Let their hair down and go on into town
But me, I just can't get free
Seems my dreams are dead in this city
I got to hold tight
Hold on with my bare hands
Won't let go
Won't let go of my rare plans
Don't think twice about the bad times
Cold as ice and social climbs, well
Keep on walking, keep on talking
with the blues
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