Do you remember Dubuque? Have you even heard of that? It’s half between New York and California There is a highway in and back, plus an active railroad track And the west side of the city sells no liquor And I can recall the instances that keep it in my thoughts City parks or nighttime girls or ancient limestone rocks Writing songs of rights and wrongs and buying penny loafer shoes Oh, definitely, most certainly, I’ve got the Dubuque blues Do you remember Anna Sue? Have you even heard of that? She went from Tennessee to Minnesota She was thirteen and I was ten as the gentle southern wind Would make the moonlight shatter through the maples And I can recall the summers that we spent among the trees And there were no Monday bummers to blow my life of ease Writing songs of rights and wrongs and buying penny loafer shoes Oh, definitely, most certainly, I’ve got the Dubuque blues Now the Dubuque blues ain’t news to anybody Who knows sadness is the sweetest of the pain Who can tell with just a look that it’s all over Who never cries; well almost never cries Do you remember nickel Cokes? Have you even heard of that? They’re half between the forties and tomorrow I once considered it my home; now I know I’ll always roam And if I pa** through there again I will be lucky And I can recall the instances that hung it in my thoughts And I’m sure they’re as important as the feelings that they brought Writing songs of rights and wrongs and buying penny loafer shoes Woh-oh-oh, definitely, most certainly, I’ve got the Dubuque blues…