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Missing you Blues
Headphones on, bass down low
Eyes closed, listening blind
Candle burns
Got Georgia on my mind
You’re here now, the Wolf is howling
Smokestack Lightning fills the sky
The Hooker talks his pain
Join me on the train
Backers drum the beat
Johnson’s lost soul fingers
After rain the muddy waters
To the crossroads, devil lingers
Joined by the Walkin’ Man
Broken heart to show
Tapping feet to the rhythm
Banging out pain on the Diddley Bo’
Their loss invades my mind
What they sing is true
I guess I should call this time
The Missing You Blues
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