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The Doors

Poor Otis dead and gone,

Left me here to sing his song,

Pretty little girl with the red dress on,

Poor Otis dead and gone.



Yeah, back down, turn 'round slowly

Try it again, remembering when,

It was easy, try it again,

Much too easy remembering when.



All right, look at my shoes,

Not quite the walkin' blues.

Don't fight, too much lo lose

Can't fight the Runnin' Blues.

Well, I've got the Runnin' Blues,

Runnin' away, back to L.A.

Got to find the dock of the bay,

Maybe find it back in L.A.



Runnin' scared, runnin' blue,

Goin' so fast, what'll I do?



Well, I've got the Runnin' Blues,

Runnin* away, back to L.A.

Got to find the dock of the bay,

Maybe find it back in L.A.



All right, look at my shoes,

Not quite the walkin' blues,

Don't fight, too much to lose;

Can't fight the Runnin' Blues.



All right, look at my shoes,

Not quite the walkin' blues,

Don't fight, too much to lose;

Can't fight the Runnin' Blues.