Polina Cooper's blues story

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 I'll tell you a story
About one rich man.
He was very good guy..
He drove his van.
He played a guitar...yeah!
But he hadn't no fan.

He played his blues
but he hadn't no fan..

One day I met him
In the highway
He sat on the roadside
In the sun ray
I asked
What did he do here

He said me
I look for my bay.

I'd got many women,
But I hadn't no ONE
I'd got many lamps
But they don't warm as sun
I drove my van every day
I've never felt a run.

Yes, I played my guitar
But my life was dun.

Today I've a costume
And hat on my head
Today I have reason
Last week I was mad
I haven't no mags in my pocket
But I keep there a dag.

He stood up and went down the road
Vanishing from my deck.