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I worry all day, I worry all night,
Everytime my man comes home he wants to fuss and fight,
When I pick up the paper to try to read the news,
Just when I´m satisfied, yonder comes the blues.
I went down to the river each and every day,
Trying to keep from throwing myself away.
I walked and I walked ´till I wore out my shoes,
I can´t walk no further, yonder comes the blues.
People have the different blues and think they´re mighty sad,
But blues about a man the worst I ever had.
I been disgusted and all confused,
Every time I look around, yonder comes the blues.
(Ma Rainey)
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