Counting the Blues
Louis Armstrong
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Layin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall Layin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall Trying to count these blues so I could sing 'em all Memphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, free Memphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, free Graveyard, 'Bama Bound, Lord, Lord, come from Stingaree Lord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night long Lord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night long Downhearted, Gulf Coast--they was all good songs Lord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me loose my mind Lord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me loose my mind Bad Luck 'n' Boll-Weevil made me think of old Moonshine Lord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad news Lord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad news To try to dream away my troubles, countin' these blues
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