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The old blues, piped on the radio From Memphis, filters down to me –

I'm not high – like some face Or photograph I galleried

Many months ago. Big Mama Thornton reaches out for me

With her sharp laughter tonight. I have wandered far from home.

I want to smile, now – you know I'll send you my urgent SOS

2 or 3 minutes after shutdown When the mainlines (you know) close.