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Papa to Johnny
But Johnny can't come
too much time now
Too many on the road
Oh, too many on the road

Blues on the
There's blues week
Pouring out of the pot
the first cup of the day
Oh, the cup of the day

Now are my friends
When I'm taking the
Only help I got
Was from a on the street
Oh, a on the street

And why you laugh
If you to cry
And why would you say
If you it was a lie
Oh, you it was a lie

Dark was the
Cold was the
I couldn't
So I got up and around
Oh, I got up and walked

And I into Dallas
all the way
Running in my mind
Everything I to say
Oh, everything I to say

Papa writes to
But Johnny can't home
Been too much now
Too many on the road
Oh, too many on the road