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ROAMIN' BLUES (Ben Lorre / Jeff Dane / Louis Jordan) Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five - 1947 Left Chicago in the summer New York in the fall Detroit in the winter Didn't prove a thing at all I got those roamin' blues Yes, I got those roamin' blues Can't find no place to settle So, I got those roamin' blues Joined a club in old Saint Louis That G.I. free loot club Stood in line so long man Wore my legs down to a nub I hit the road again Yes, I hit the road again Can't find no place to settle So, I hit the road again I thought I'd made it Jack In good old Albuquerque You know I was on the wrong track You know they tried to make me work (Ain't that a killer!) I hit the road right quick Yes, that judge was much too slick That ain't no place to settle So, I hit the road right quick Las Vegas was the next stop That fast town left me weak The dice man made twelve passes I was up the well known creek Those gamblers put me down I had to walk right out o' town Uh-uh, that ain't no place to settle I had to walk right out o' town Ah, but I found the greatest town of all Frantic Frisco Got me a gal with plenty gold And she just won't let me go I think I've found a place Yes, I got my boots all laced Got me a home, don't have to roam Good news, I lost those roamin' blues (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - October 2015)

    


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