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Hey! Hey! That's what the Blues singers say. Singing minor melodies They laugh, Hey! Hey!

My man's done left me, Chile, he's gone away. My good man's left me, Babe, he's gone away. Now the cryin' blues Haunts me night and day.

Hey! Hey!

Weary, Weary, Trouble, pain. Sun's gonna shine Somewhere Again.

I got a railroad ticket, Pack my trunk and ride.

Sing 'em, sister!

Got a railroad ticket, Pack my trunk and ride. And when I get on the train I'll cast my blues aside.