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When I woke up it was raining
Well, I got soaked
When I woke up this morning
I was cold and wet and broken

I ain't got no destination
I'm just gonna follow my shoes
I may run on up to Dallas
But the fiddle player's got the blues

Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
And Georgia on my mind
Sure wish I could get there
I ain't got a dime

These hard times that I'm having
I guess they call it paying dues
That's just how things get goin'
When fiddle player's got the blues
Yeah, he's got the blues

They say playing in these beer joints
Kinda keeps a man in touch
Sure beats pickin' cotton
But it just don't beat it much

I guess it all comes down
To whatever life you choose
And you know I ain't complaining
It's just the fiddle player's got the blues
When I woke up it was raining   Well, I got soaked   When I woke up this morning   I was cold and wet and broken      I ain't got no destination   I'm just gonna follow my shoes   I may run on up to Dallas   But the fiddle player's got the blues      Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles   And Georgia on my mind   Sure wish I could get there   I ain't got a dime      These hard times that I'm having   I guess they call it paying dues   That's just how things get goin'   When fiddle player's got the blues   Yeah, he's got the blues      They say playing in these beer joints   Kinda keeps a man in touch   Sure beats pickin' cotton   But it just don't beat it much      I guess it all comes down   To whatever life you choose   And you know I ain't complaining   It's just the fiddle player's got the blues