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D.C. Blues Lyrics
It almost seems laughable
Shouldn’t be this hard I built you this monument Soldiers standing guard Rainy night in Washington The buildings look so proud Fed upon your every whim Like manna from above Hand me down my walking cane Hand me down my shoes It’s my gain to win It’s my gain to lose I kept you my confidence Although I slowly sank Jealousy and misery From which we deeply drank Now I’m off to Philadelphia On the eve of what’s to come This old boy’s got the d.c. blues They’ve got me on the run Hand me down my walking cane Hand me down my shoes It’s my gain to win It’s my gain to lose Hand me down walking cane Hand me down my shoes It’s my gain to win It’s my gain to lose It’s my gain to win It’s my gain to lose (humming out) |
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