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Sometimes when |
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I'm walking down this lonely street |
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Well, it sure don't seem like it's been twenty years |
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Since I went walking down this lonely street |
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And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air |
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This street ain't got no name, dead end is in the river |
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And I lived where |
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I hated life day by day |
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There wasn't nothing that |
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I could do to shake a cold night shiver' |
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Cause to move up |
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Lonely Street you had to have some say |
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Gambling is bad luck down on |
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Lonely Street |
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And it sure ain't no place to be when a man gets sore |
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You know I killed a man and |
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I paid all |
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I canWith twenty years on a chain gang |
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For the flesh and the blood on that jail house floor |
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Sometimes when |
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I'm walking down this lonely street |
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I get caught up in a dream that won't let me go |
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And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street |
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My mind rolls back the years a long time ago |
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I see my baby stumblin' 'round with tears in her eyes |
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And as I reach out for her, she falls on the floor |
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She mumbles through bloody lips about a black man, robber, raper |
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And in my gut |
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I know I got one to score |
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I need somebody, oh oh yea |
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I need somebody, yea |
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And I need a, and |
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I need a, eh ha |
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And I need a, yea ah |
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The word was comin' down, down on |
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Lonely Street |
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That the black man was a dead man if he crossed my trail |
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Every night |
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I'd walk up and down this |
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Lonely Street |
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I get stinkin' drunk always in jail |
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One night they threw me in with a man they called, ' |
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The Mangler' |
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He was caught on the street makin' some old whore |
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I remember he was quite proud of that |
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So half crazed |
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I shot him |
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And I cried in the blood on that jail house floor |
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Oh I don't want no more |
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Oh yea, yea |
