A Blues Song

Mama was wise;

she used to say, 

"Pick your fights

very carefully."

Oh, don't go away, don't go away.

Don't go away more than ever.

My heart and I couldn't stand it.

Mama was so wise.

Cloudless days and dusty roads;

issues forgotten still come to haunt.

Sleepless night and tossed-about sheets:

The well is deep with lonesome.

Oh, don't go away, don't go away.

Don't go away more than ever.

Mama was so wise.

The road goes on around the bend,

and doubles back on itself again.

What was once familiar now seems new:

What was is never quite what it was:

change has that trick of behavior.

Oh, don't go away, don't go away.

Don't go away forever:

My heart and I couldn't stand it.

Now, I am so wise.

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