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You know I ain't crazy 'bout nothing, but money, women, and blues You know my starter won't start this morning You know my motor won't even turn My starter won't start this morning My motor won't even turn I'm running with a fast cla** of women Caused my little car to ruin Hold up your head Hold up your head, baby Darling you've got your chin where mine is suppose to be Hold up your head, baby Hold up your head, baby You've got your chin where mine is suppose to be You've got your chin where mine is suppose to be I just wanna lay my head up in your bosom Lord, that would be such a good rest for me I ain't gonna cry over you no more baby oh no Come on come on You know it's one kind of favor I'd ask of you You know it's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you One kind, one kind of favor You know it's one kind of favor I would ask of you Keep my grave stone clean when I'm gone Always remember my little darling when I'm dead, I'm gone Always remember my little darling when I'm dead, I'm gone I don't, I don't, I don't have to worry I know soon you'll be coming on [Aw yes my baby?] I've gotta play Have mercy On me Troubled mind, I'm blue, but I won't be blue always I know that sun is gonna shine in my back door one of these days I'm gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line I'm gonna let one of them big 1800s pacify this worried mind My string done slipped off the bridge