When I look around sometimes I got the blues
My friends tell me: "Alex, you should lose these blues"
Then I take my harp and blow out my own blues
I take my harp and blow out my own blues
Sometimes I don't know why I get the blues
Sometimes I can't know why I got the blues
But let me tell you, friends, what I got to do
Then I take my harp and blow out my own blues
I take my harp and blow out my own blues
I blow out my own Alex' Blues
Yes, I blow out my own Alex' Blues
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