Blues

I'm sorry baby,
but I can't afford to stay.

Your good, kind treatment will worry me someday.

I love you baby, but I'm gonna have to say goodbye.

Woman, I got to move,

I really got to fly.

Same thing every morning,

Tell me what's it all about.

I get those same old blues every night.

I miss you already, baby, more than words can say.

Seems like I've been gone twenty-four hours,

more like a million days.

I love you baby, you know I woudn't tell you no lies.

If you don't believe I love you,

look at the tears standing in my eyes.

Here I am back home, baby,

I'm back home to stay.

I love you babe, never more will I go away.

I won't hurt you no more, baby, ain't gonna tell you no more lies.

No more running 'round, no more phony alibis.

Same old Blues

Eric Clapton (O Deus da Guitarra e do Blues)

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