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I never listened so what else was said, all the words of all those telling about the dead.

this morning dew remains all new and for Uncle John’s band I thank you

Go this way and where at Point, but i’m still wading on the water to the next joint

i won’t go and I won’t stay, left and right I’ll never turn that way, i will absolutely listen to the music play and by The Black Muddy river i’ll find my day

Listening to Jerry sing me back home and My Blues Away, reminding me the path is new with everyday