Old Lovers Blues

There’s no place that calls my heart like my lover’s arms. But he’s gone away- What harm…

Have I done? My lover’s embrace… He’s the runner and I chase.

There’s just no place that feeds my soul like my baby’s sultry browns. Lord, he’s got me on the low, low down-

He’s gone away.

Tell me! What place? Could send such a thrill through my mind. He makes me search when he’s the one that’s blind.

But he’s not comin’ back… So I’ve got to be…

On my way. Oh Lord… Take these old lovers blues from me.

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