Don`t the clouds look lonesome
Out across the deep blue sea?
Don`t the clouds look lonesome
Out across the deep blue sea?
Don`t my baby look good?
She`s comin` after me.
Got the blues about my baby,
Detroit is on my mind;
Got the blues about me, baby,
Detroit is on my mind;
She live way out on the corner,
Way down on Slade and Vine.
Don`t cry, baby,
Your papa will be home someday;
Don`t cry, baby,
Your papa will be home someday;
I went away, baby,
But I did not go to stay.
Look at that long old freight train,
Rolling round the bend,
Look at that long old freight train,
Rolling round the bend,
A long time, baby,
`Fore you see my face again.
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