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Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete |
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Under skies all smoky blue-green |
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I can Forksake the dixie dead shake |
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So we dance the sidewalk clean |
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My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in |
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New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim |
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Colonel Tom What's wrong? What's Going On |
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You can't tie yourself up for a deal |
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He said" Hey North you're south shut you big mouth |
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You gotta do what you feel is real." |
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Ain't got no picture postcards ain't go no souvenirs |
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My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking about those years |
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Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire |
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Sucking up to someone just stoke the fire |
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Picking out the highlights of the scenery |
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Saw a little cloud looked a little like me |
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I had my hands in the river |
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My feet back up on the banks |
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Looked up to the Lord above and said hey man thanks |
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Sometimes I fell so good I gotta scream |
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She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean |
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She said, she said I swear to God she said |
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My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in |
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New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim |
