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I been hanging with my Uncle Jack |
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Down in Cabbagetown across the railroad track |
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I told him all about me and you |
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Said I love her, Jack, but what can I do? |
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He said, I don't know about women |
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Don't know nothing 'bout love |
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One thing in the whole wide world |
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You can be sure of |
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All whiskey ain't the same |
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Good moonshine |
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Burns with a clear blue flame |
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I said, Jack, I know you and Miss Rae |
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Been married forty years come Saturday |
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You know that's how I want to do |
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But it looks like now me and her are through |
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He said, I don't know about women |
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Don't know nothing 'bout love |
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One thing in the whole wide world |
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You can be sure of |
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All whiskey ain't the same |
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Good moonshine |
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Burns with a clear blue flame |
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I ain't saying that my heart's on fire |
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But I ain't calling Uncle Jack a liar |
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Something's burning now, and that's a fact |
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I'll tell you what color when I call you back |
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I don't know about women. |
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Don't know nothing 'bout love |
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One thing in the whole wide world |
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You can be sure of |
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All whiskey ain't the same |
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Good moonshine |
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Burns with a clear blue flame |