Postcards From Hell

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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 I know a man    who sings   the blues
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 Yeah    he plays just what he feels
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 Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
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 But he never breaks the seal

[Pre-Verse]
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[Verse 2]
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 Set up in  a bar room cor ___ner_
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 Playin' for tips and beer
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 People carryin' on and drink ___in'_
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 You gotta strain to hear

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[Verse 3]
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 I've seen him playin' some old cheap   guitar
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 But he could play on pots and pans
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 You never heard    a soul so pure and true
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 It's flowin' right out    of his hands

[Verse 4]
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 And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
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 Or he can sing a house on fire
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 I've seen him callin' up the angels
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 And use a breeze    for a telephone wire

[Chorus]
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 And if you ask him
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  How he sings his blues so well
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He says
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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And I don't read postcards from hell

[Pre-Verse]
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[Verse 5]
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 Says he came    from down in Texas
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 Playin' out since he's fifteen
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 You can hear    a little Chicago
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 And a lot    of New Orleans

[Verse 6]
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 He can take you on a freight train
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 He can take you down the alley
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 He can take you to the church
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 He can walk    you through the valley 

[Chorus]
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 And if you ask him
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  How he sings his blues so well
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He says
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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And I don't read postcards from hell

[Bridge]
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[Verse 7]
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 I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
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 Maybe livin' outside
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 On his back    just like a cockroach
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 But he ain't waitin' to die

[Chorus]
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 And if you ask him
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  How he sings his blues so well
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He says
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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I got a soul    that I  won't sell
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That's how I sing    my blues so well
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And I don't read postcards from hell