A Blues by Stan
Now I ain’t got the money
And the rent is due
And the man at the corner
Says my credit’s got shoes
Now the weathers got colder
And my coat’s mighty thin
I think it’s time to admit
The shape that I’m in
I don’t belong here
I see what you’re saying
Must be about time for sailing away
I don’t belong here
The day’s about over
Find the door, hit the road, don’t look back, don’t come back, Jack
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