I might get to thinkin'
That I might could quit drinkin'
But then what else is there to do
And it's this contemplation
That spurs conversation
With the ceilin' that I've been talkin' to
If I keep my hands workin'
It holds off the hurtin'
For the work is all but true
But when the days at a close
And I'm all alone
You can guess where my mind wanders to
And it's a feelin' I have known
Since before I was grown
I'm howlin', corraling the blues
And it's a feelin' I have known
Since before I was grown
I'm howlin', corraling the blues
I'm howlin', corraling the blues
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