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All right |
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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't forsake a dixie dead shake |
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So we danced the sidewalk clean |
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My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? |
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New Orleans is sinking, man, 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 your 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 got no souvenirs |
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My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years |
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Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire |
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Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire |
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Picking out the highlights of the scenery |
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Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me |
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I had my hands in the river, 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 feel so good I got to scream |
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She said, 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 that I'm in? |
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New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't want to swim |
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Swim |
