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Well, I feel like an old hobo--I'm sad, lonesome and blue--I was fair as a summer's day, now the summer days are through--you pass through places and places pass through you, but you carry them with you on the soles of your travelling shoes. well, I love you so dearly, I love you so clearly I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you I got the wandering blues--I got the wandering blues and I'm going to quit these rambling ways one of these days soon its times like these I feel so small and wild like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child and I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill, singing these blues with a warble and a trill, but I'm not too blue to fly, no I'm not too blue to fly cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. I love you so dearly, I love you so fearlessly, I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you I've got the wandering blues and I don't want to leave you I love you through and through. I left my baby on a pretty blue train and I sang my songs to the cold and the rain. and I had those wandering blues, and I sang those wandering blues and I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon. And I sing the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. I don't care if the sun don't shine and I don't care if nothing is mine and I don't care if I'm nervous with you--I'll do my loving in the wintertime.

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