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[by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. 1985] |
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Looka yonder! Looka yonder! |
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Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! |
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A big black cloud come! |
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O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo |
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Yonder on the horizon |
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Yonder on the horizon |
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Stopped at the mighty river |
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Stopped at the mighty river and |
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Sucked the damn thing dry |
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Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo |
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In a valley hides a town called Tupelo |
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Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble |
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Rumble hungry like the Beast |
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The Beast it cometh, cometh down |
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The Beast it cometh, cometh down |
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Wo wo wo-o-o |
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Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo |
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The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound |
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Why the hen won't lay no egg |
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Can't get that cock to crow |
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The nag is spooked and crazy |
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O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! |
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O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! |
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Ya can say these streets are rivers |
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Ya can call these rivers streets |
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Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy |
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But no sleep runs this deep |
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No! No sleep runs this deep |
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No sleep runs this deep |
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Women at their windows |
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Rain crashing on the pane |
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Writing in the frost |
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Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame |
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O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! |
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O go to sleep lil children |
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The sandmans on his way |
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O go to sleep lil children |
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The sandmans in his way |
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But the lil children know |
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They listen to the beating of their blood |
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Listen to the beating of their blood |
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Listen to the beating of their blood |
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Listen to the beating of their blood |
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They listen to the beating of their blood |
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The sandman's mud! |
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The sandman's mud! |
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And the black rain come down |
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The black rain come down |
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The black rain come down |
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Water water everywhere |
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Where no bird can fly no fish can swim |
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Where no bird can fly no fish can swim |
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No fish can swim |
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Until The King is born! |
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Until The King is born! |
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In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! |
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Til The King is born in Tupelo! |
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In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin |
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Where the rain came down and leaked within |
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A young mother frozen on a concrete floor |
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With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw |
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Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! |
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With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw |
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Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals |
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And a child is born on his brothers heels |
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Come Sunday morn the first-born dead |
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In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red |
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Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! |
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In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red |
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O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow |
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O ma-ma rock your baby |
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O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow |
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O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! |
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Mama rock your lil' one slow |
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The lil one will walk on Tupelo |
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The lil one will walk on Tupelo |
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Black rain come down, Black rain come down |
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Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo! |
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And carry the burden of Tupelo |
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Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah! |
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The King will walk on Tupelo! |
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Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! |
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He carried the burden outa Tupelo! |
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Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat] |
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You will reap just what you sow |