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Nobody Leaves Here Till They Sing The Blues.
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Nobody leaves here till they sing the blues.
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Nobody loves me but my mother, And she could be jivin' too. -- B. B. King -- blues lyric
Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
-- Bayard Taylor (1825-1878) -- Bedouin Song...
We'd sing! Sing! Sing!
It's here at last! Rush job; nobody knew it was coming.
You got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues, And you know it don't come easy .
.. I don't ask for much, I only want trust, And you know it don't come easy ......
If you say no, my brother and I will come here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the week.
-- The Blues Brothe...
Boy, it's getting harder and harder to make it here by ten.
-- Chief Wiggum with the early-morning blues, "The Secret War of Lisa Simpso...
Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise High as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea....
I'd like to sing you a song now about my old girlfriend.
It's called, "They'll Find Her When the Leaves Blow Away 'Cause I'm Not Raking 'Til Spring....