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I might get to thinking That I might could quit drinking But then what else is there to do? And it's this contemplation That spurs conversation With the ceiling that I been talking to If I keep my hands working It holds off the hurting Till the work is all but through But when the day's at a close And I'm all alone You can guess where my mind wanders to And it's a feeling I've known Since before I was grown I'm howling, corralling the blues And it's a feeling I've known Since before I was grown I'm howling, corralling the blues I'm howling, corralling the blues From Letras Mania