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From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
How can there be trouble in this world? 
With the color in these hills, the blue October sky, 
this little road that winds along the river. 
Dusty
Her hair was golden brown and she wore blue jeans
And she told me that she cried a lot
I told her not to worry 'bout the little things
Our
(Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm
Beck here the leaves are turning
On me just like you
Change is full of color
And it's anything but blue

I thought that I'd stop living
Without
Late last night at rest with my mate
I'm visited by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same
They would never live
Nor would
Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor
Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker
Stand beside me motherfucker
sleeping, the new day comes creeping
And life keeps on passing you by
Magic unfolds when the blue meets the gold
And the sun comes to open your eyes.
Louis blues
I got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues, got the St. Louis blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see the evenin' sun go
sleeping, the new day comes creeping
And life keeps on passing you by
Magic unfolds when the blue meets the gold
And the sun comes to open your eyes.
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
, got the St. Louis blues
I got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues, got the St. Louis blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see
Calmed the heart of a lonely lady,
You kept me flying high,
And the leaving easy.
And it's Dallas in the rain,
And I was dreaming.

October winds
, got the St. Louis blues
I got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues, got the St. Louis blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see
ripe tomatoes
I'm crazy bout my t-bone steak
Said, I'm gonna find me a faror
To share my Cadillac Eight

I got the railroad blues
Troubles come ov'are my
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
about

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could
talk about"

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly
Over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older

What do you think I'd see
If I
to hate you by now but I can't give up on you. 
October's at the storm door coloring the lawn, and I'm in a strange house with a girl I hardly know but
I hate to see night shadows fall, I hate to see a moon above
For it brings me dreams of days gone by
When my darling Lola Lee strolled along
rushin' by me like the wind,
Never be as young as I was then,
No I'm never gonna feel like that again.

Practice dancin' in my garage,
Two left feet
smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through
love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Hate was a pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery

It was
bring tears 
Blue skies bring tears 
Blue skies bring tears 
Descend the darkened stairways 
Make hate with plastic playmates 
And fire out remaining
And every sign of autumn now is bound to make me blue
The last time I had autumn I had you
The last time I had autumn I had you

The crooked streets