Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra - Dallas Blues Lyrics

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Dallas Blues

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What Are The Lyrics For Dallas Blues By Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra?
When your money's gone
Friends have turned you down And you wander 'round Just like a hound (A lonesome houn') Then you stop to say "Let me go away from this old town (This awful town) There's a place I know Folks won't pass me by Dallas, Texas, that's the town I cry (Oh, hear me cry) And I'm going back Going back to stay there 'til I die (Until I die) I've got the Dallas blues And the Main Street heart disease (It's buzzin' 'round) I've got the Dallas blues And the Main Street heart disease (It's buzzin' 'round) Buzzin' 'round my head Like a swarm of little honey bees (Of honey bees) When I got up north Clothes I had to spare Sold 'em all to pay my railroad fare (My railroad fare) Just to come back there Ridin' in a Pullman parlor chair (A parlor chair) Sent a telegram, this is what I said "Baby, bring a cold towel for my head (My achin' head) Got the Dallas blues And your lovin' man is almost dead (Is almost dead) I'm goin' put myself on a Santa Fe and go (I'm goin' to go) I'm goin' to put myself on a Santa Fe and go (I'm goin' to go) To that Texas town Where you never see the ice and snow (The ice and the snow) |
Who Wrote Dallas Blues By Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra?
Lloyd Fry Garrett, Hart A Wand
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What's The Duration Of The Dallas Blues By Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra?The duration of Dallas Blues is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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