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My mama told me
When I was a child
That she did not know
What make a man cry
I looked at my papa
He had tears in his eyes
He said, "Ask me no question, my son
And I'll tell you no lie"
Now, good old blues
Don't you know
Lord, them good blues will never die
Have mercy now
I've got two little brothers
And a sister I ain't never seen
They all sing the blues
Deep down in New Orleans
We was raised in the country
Way out on a farm
The last time I was hugged by anybody
I was in my mama's arms
Good old blues
Don't you know
Lord, have mercy, they will never die
Somebody help me now
Sometimes they make you cry
They will make you cry
What can I do?
What can I say?
What can I do?
Lord, I know these blues
Don't you know they will never die?
Can't you see, now?
Can't you see, now?
Can't you see me cry?



















































