I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
Well the beans have been bakin'
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I woke up on the futon
I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord what can you do About the fuckin' fucked up blues Well the beans have been bakin' Upon the camel's hump Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse Confetti on my grave I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord what can you do About the fuckin' fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord what can you do About the fuckin' fucked up blues I woke up on the futon Explain Request ×
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