Matchbox Blues

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Now, this man had a wife
 And she thought she hasn't gotten
 Ev' dollar that he had
 But she was mistakin!
 He had lots of money when he married her
 But he's sittin' with his head hung down
 She walk by an says
 'Daddy' says, 'What's the matter with you?'
 And here what he told his wife
 He said, 'Down here wonderin'
 Would a matchbox hold my clothes?
 He said, 'Down you're wonderin'
 Would a matchbox hold my clothes?
 He said, 'Down here wonderin'
 Would a matchbox hold my clothes?
 She says, 'Daddy, don't be worried like that!'
 An he walk back tell her again
 Y'all, what he tol' that gal
 'I don't wanna be bother
 No big trunk on my do'
 I don't wanna be by
 No big trunk on my do'
 Don't wanna be by no
 Big trunk on my do'
 He sit down and 'gin to think
 He said, 'I'm goin' out to my friend's house
 An' see what would he do
 When his wife packin' up her trunk?
 He goes to his friends
 Ya'll, here what he said
 'Now, what would you do
 Baby packin' up her trunk?'
 'What would you do
 When yo' baby packin' up her trunk?'
 'What would you do
 When your gal's packin' up her trunk?'
 Here's the best advise his friend could give 'em
 Get ya half a gallon whiskey
 An get on you a big drunk
 Get you a half a gallon a whiskey
 And get on you a big drunk
 Get you a half a gallon a whiskey
 And get on you a big drunk
 She goes on back, again
 An she looks at him
 'Lord, have mercy on me
 Oh Lord, Lord, have mercy on me
 Oh Lord, Lord, have mercy on me'.

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Duration
03:05
Key
7
Tempo
172 BPM

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