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Pleadin' for the Blues

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I'm not crying : pleading at your feet

Sent for you baby : you treat me kind and sweet

Baby I'd rather work : than to play

But if you treat me mean : I'll have to run away

I left my mother : why can't I leave you

I will leave anybody : that treats me like you do

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