1. |: I had a dream last night all about my gal. :| You can tell by that sweet poppa ain't feelin' so well. 2. |: I'm goin' away momma, just to wear you offa my mind. :| If I stay here in Chicago, money's gonna be my crime. 3. |: My house is lonesome, my baby left me all alone. :| If your heart ain't rock, sugar, it must be marble stone. 4. |: I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk. :| It has settled on my brain, and it hurts my feet to talk.
