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Ain't got time to shoot the breeze, got no time to blow |
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Excuse me mister if you please, I gotta go |
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Born one mornin' on the day of the dead in a bombed out bungalow |
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My momma kissed my cheek and said, I gotta go |
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(Chorus) |
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I gotta go somewhere |
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I gotta go |
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Waistin' time standin' here |
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I gotta go |
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They put me in an orphanage west of Tupelo |
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I told 'em when I burnt that bridge, I gotta go |
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Stole a car, got a gun robbed the Hidey-Ho |
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I left Memphis on the run, I gotta go |
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(Chorus) |
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(Guitars) |
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Five card stud duces wild, three kings in a row |
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I turned that diamond duce and smiled, I gotta go |
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They tracked my down, took my take, brother don't you know |
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I told 'em boys, there's some mistake, I gotta go |
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(Chorus) |
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Cold steel up against my head, they turned the lights down low |
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In case you didn't hear I said, I gotta go |
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These are your very last words sir, say 'em nice and slow |
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My last words on this planet were... |
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