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Lonesome Bed Time Blues

When I turned up this morning
had the booze all up inside my head
cause when I don’t have your girl
All my demons take over instead
So won’t you hurry hurry home now
Before I take this gun up to my head.
 
Well keep that whiskey flowing
Keeps that blues out of my head
Cause what I don’t feel now girl
I’ll sure as hell be feeling it in the morning
So hurry hurry home now
take this gun up to my head
 
 I get lonesome on that highway
miles from my home
Be thinking of that girl of mine
Say mama won’t you come on home
I’m so low, I got that lonesome bed time blues.
 
She ain´t born in Alabama
but she’s got more soul than corn bread
and I don’t bother me that she don’t cook much,
cause them green eyes win me over instead
So hurry hurry home now
take this gun up to my head.
 
I get lonesome on that highway
miles from my home
Be thinking of that girl of mine
Say mama won’t you come on home
I’m so low, I got that lonesome bed time blues
So won’t you hurry hurry home now
I got that lonesome bed time blues.

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