Текст песни B.B. King - Midnight Blues

Текст:

Well, the clock is strikin' twelve Baby, somebody's gotta go I said the clock is strikin' twelve Baby, somebody's gotta go Gee, but I know I'm gonna miss you, honey That's one thing I know When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis It's one o'clock in San Antone Twelve o'clock in Memphis, baby One o'clock in San Antone When it's midnight in California Oh, I'll be so all alone If midnight is an awful hour Baby, why does it come so soon? Midnight is an awful hour Baby, why does it come so soon? It never brings me happiness Always leave me filled with gloom Don't ever gamble, buddy Unless you're sure that you can't lose Hey, don't ever gamble, buddy Unless you're sure that you can't lose You better take my advice Unless you want those midnight blues

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