Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,
Let me go away from my lonesome town,
Won't be long till my song will be through,
And I know I'm on my last go round.
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,
Wouldn't heal all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow,
With heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go - now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues, what can I lose? Goodbye!
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,
Couldn't ease all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow,
With heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go, now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye!

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