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Ahmad's Blues (A. Jamal); May 11, 1956

I go through the strangest kind of changes

Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues

And would you believe it I'm so urban

My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues

I'm up in the morning on the corner so sidittyThat you'd hardly know it's me

And late in the evening when I'm mellow

There's my fellow with the world for me to see

It's a world full of cocktails at nine

And dinners and wine very late shows

And where the crowd goesI'm a girl with a world of her owna queen on her throne

Till everything's gone and then

I wake up to find that I'm a stranger

In a world where I have never before

I look for my man who held my handBut now I know that he'll be coming back no more

I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues

Paid a whole lotta dues baby

Gonna change my way of livin' talkin' bags of blues

Mister don't you see I'm paying dues

Gonna change me some shoes baby

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