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Lord, I'm going uptown |
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To the Harlem |
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River to drown |
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Dirty water gonna cover me over |
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And I'm not gonna make a sound |
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I'm on a roll, mama, |
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I gotta go |
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Gotta get there while |
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I still can |
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Troubled days are behind me now |
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And I know they're gonna let me in |
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When you see me walking up the empty yard |
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With a-singing and a-clapping my hands |
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Tell my mama |
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I love her, tell my father |
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I triedGive my money to my baby to spend' |
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Cause Lord, |
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I'm going uptown |
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To the Harlem |
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River to drown |
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Dirty water gonna cover me over |
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And I'm not gonna make a sound |
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Good times come and they go |
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Even a good man'll break |
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He'll let his troubles bury him whole |
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Even though he knows what's at stake |
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So I'm taking no chances |
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Carrying over while |
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I'm still good in |
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His graceAnd |
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I'm no fool, mama, |
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I know the difference |
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Between tempting and choosing my fate |
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So Lord, I'm going uptown |
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To the Harlem |
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River to drown |
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Dirty water gonna cover me over |
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And I'm not gonna make a sound |
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Lord, I'm going uptown |
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To the Harlem |
|
River to drown |
|
Dirty water gonna cover me over |
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And I'm not gonna make a sound |
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Lord, I'm going uptown |
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To the Harlem |
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River to drown |
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Dirty water gonna cover me over |
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And I'm not gonna make a sound |
