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Number Three Blues

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I lost all my money : I got nowhere to go
I believe to my soul : I'm about to lose my brown

All you women get mad : because I won't twa twa twa
All you women get mad at buddy boy : because I won't dee da da da

I say I *flied when I was four* mama : be careful *in years gone* by
I couldn't do anything partner : but fold my little arms and cry

I said here come Number Three : with her headlights turned down
I believe to my soul : *she* is Alabama bound

Apples on my table : peaches on my chair
I got to stay there : to eat them all by myself

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