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Ode to Billy Joe, oh so woeful oh so sad |
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Kept us wondering all these years |
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Just what was in that bag |
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That splashed into the river |
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Sank like a ton of bricks |
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Imagination running wild, wuz it |
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Black-eyed peas or grits |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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When you go fornicating on |
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A Blueberry Hill - |
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The trials and tribulations of Ol'e Hickory Hollows Tramp |
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Deserves investigating -some kinda lady with a lamp |
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And that story teller feller sounds strange but could be true |
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If he'd bin 10 years younger I guess |
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We might just never knew |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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When you go fornicating on |
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A Blueberry Hill - |
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Like a ship, without a sail honey |
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It's like having no Fats Domino |
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Like a walk along the strand |
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Where you should never ever be alone |
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Like your sister running wild, wild, |
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When your listening to the Feat |
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Now girls you just ain't nowhere |
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Unless you taking it. |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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No cause for retribution, no momma's doctors bills no - |
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There ain't no institution like |
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A body on the pill |
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When you go fornicating on |
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A Blueberry Hill - |
