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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills |
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My baby's on a tear and she's fit to kill |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |
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Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues |
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Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues |
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Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm |
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Kinfolk say, "You've got to take what you're given" |
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Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues |
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Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry |
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Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry |
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Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle |
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Kick off your shoes and set a little |
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Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry |
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Packin' my bags and thinking that |
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I'd get out of town |
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Packin' my bags and thinking that |
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I'd get out of town |
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Been packin' my bags, think |
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I'll get out of town |
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But like an old dog, |
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I just keep hangin' 'round |
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Packin' my bags and thinking that |
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I'd get out of town |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills |
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My baby's on a tear and she's fit to kill |
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Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills |