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Now this here rag is the one they used to call the lost rag. Sort of thing everybody knew and nobody ever bothered to write down. It was just a few licks, something you'd sit and play by yourself, when there was nobody else around. Maybe it was some old man showed you how to play it, a long time ago. You turn off that machine, I'm going to play it for you now. I said turn it off.
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