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  Put on your walkin shoes

  Ain’t got Kansas City

  Ain’t got no business there

  Ain’t got no St. Louis

  Ain’t got no reason there

  Ain’t got no Chicago

  Ain’t got no purpose there

  It’s the season

  The season for the blues

  It’s the season

  The season for the blues

  Put on your old coat

  And grab that bottle too

  Ain’t got no woman

  Ain’t got no woman no more

  Ain’t got no woman

  Ain’t got no lovin no more

  Ain’t got no woman

  Ain’t got the blues no more

  Put on your

  Put on your shoes

  We is walkin out of here

  Put on your shoes

  Do I have to make it clear

  Put on your shoes

  We is walkin out of here

  Put on your hat

  It looks like its gonna rain

  Put on your hat

  The sun is gone again

  Put on your hat

  It looks like its gonna rain

  Pick up your old bag

  Hit the road again

  Pick up your old bag

  Hit the road again

  Pick up your old bag

  Got to hit the road again

  Headed to St Louis

  Got to pick up my baby there

  Headed to ST Louis

  Got to pick up my baby there

  When I get to St Louis

  The’ll be some lovin there

  Pick up your harmonica

  Time to make it cry

  Pick up that old harmonica

  Time to make it cry

  Pick up your old harmonica

  Play it till I cry

  What about me

  What about me

  When is it my time to shine

  What about me

  When is it my time to read the lines

  To have the spotlight

  Shine on me

  To show the world what I can be

  What about me

  When is it my turn to play the game

  What about me

  Why do I always have to ask again

  To get someone anyone anywhere

  To even notice me

  Why can’t I try

  I know I could get far

  Why can’t I try

  I know that I could be a star

  I could be someone famous

  Or someone important to the world

  Maybe some great author

  Or the singer of that song’you just heard

  What about me

  Is it too much to ask for my share

  What about me

  No one ever sees me standing there

  In the corner all alone

  Looking hopeful

  But always going

  Home

  By myself once again

  What about me

  The world thinks I cant do a thing

  What about me

  Why won’t anyone hear me sing

  Or play anything I wrote

  I worked hard on every note

  What about me

  What about

  Me

  What

  About

  Me?