La Letra Melancólica: «Corralling the Blues»

I might get to thinkin'

That I might, could quit drinkin'

But then what else is there to do

And it's this contemplation

That spurs conversation

With the ceilin' that I've been talkin' to

If I keep my hands workin'

It holds off the hurtin'

For the work is all but true

But when the days at a close

And I'm all alone

You can guess where my mind wanders to

And it's a feelin' I have known

Since before I was grown

I'm howlin', corralling the blues

And it's a feelin' I have known

Since before I was grown

I'm howlin', corralling the blues

I'm howlin', corralling the blues

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