Fightin’ The Blues

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Fighting the blues

Tossing and Turning, My mind is Churning 
 Loosing the fight with the blues
 Who makes these rules, I supposed to live with 
 And I cant find Nobody to help me get through

Prison walls more than bars and stone
 Hell can even be a fancy home
 And the fight is almost over, 
 Sometimes I can almost here the bell
 Please tell my little boy I fought the fight so well

Chorus
I’m so tired of Fightin’ the Blues
I’m so tired of Fighting the Blues

People call me a wise guy, 
 Wise guys ain’t supposed to cry
 They just keep fighting till the day they die 
 Nobody holds my hand, or even under stands
 And the Dr just gives me another bottle of pills

Chorus
I’m so tired of Fightin’ the Blues
I’m so tired of Fighting the Blues

Nobody holds my hand, or even under stands
 And the Dr. just gives me another bottle of pills 
 And the fight is almost over, some times
 I can almost here the bell
 Please tell my little boy I fought the fight so well

Chorus
I’m so tired of Fightin’ the Blues
I’m so tired of Fighting the Blues

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