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See that black boy over there, runnin' scared |
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his ol' man's in a bottle. |
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He done quit his 9 to 5 he drink full time |
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so now he's livin' in the bottle. |
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See that black boy over there, runnin' scared |
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his ol' man got a problem and it's a bad one |
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Pawned off damn near everything, his ol' |
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woman's weddin' ring for a bottle. |
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And don't you think it's a crime |
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when time after time, people in the bottle. |
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See that sista, sho wuz fine before she |
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started drinkin' wine |
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from the bottle. |
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Said her ol' man committed a crime |
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and he's doin' time, |
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so now she's in the bottle. |
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She's out there on the avenue, all by herself |
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sho' needs help from the bottle. |
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Preacherman tried to help her out, |
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she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle. |
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And don't you think it's a crime |
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when time after time, people in the bottle. |
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See that gent in the wrinkled suit |
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he done damn near blown his cool |
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to the bottle |
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He wuz a doctor helpin' young girls along |
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if they wuzn't too far gone to have problems. |
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But defenders of the dollar eagle |
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Said "What you doin', Doc, it ain't legal," |
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and now he's in the bottle. |
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Now we watch him everyday tryin' to |
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chase the pigeons away |
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from the bottle. |
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And don't you think it's a crime |
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when time after time, people in the bottle. |