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44 Blues

Roosevelt Sykes

And now I walked all night long : with my forty‑four in my hand
I was looking for my woman : found her with another man

Lord I wore my forty‑four so long : Lord it made my shoulder sore
After I do what I want to : ain't going to wear my forty‑four no more

Lord my baby say : she heard the forty‑four whistle blow
Lord it sound just like : ain't going to blow this horn no more

Lord I got a little cabin : Lord it's number forty‑four
Lord I wake up every morning : the world be scratching on my door

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