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Well I'm sittin' right here in my rockin' chair |
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Running my fingers right through my hair |
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Fire is flicken with a yellow and gold |
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Makin' me quiver in the snowy cold |
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I got a lazy old woman |
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Screaming 'bout my money |
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Man she took every cent |
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And she didn't leave me any |
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Times were never this good |
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Gotta fly for food |
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Got no woman to spend my money |
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Well she blew and took all my money |
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So I'm sittin' right here in my rockin' chair |
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Running my fingers right through my hair |
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Spider caught the fly in his web |
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Do believe it he may be dead |
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Times were never this good |
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Gotta fly for food |
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Got no woman to spend my money |
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Well she blew and took all my money |
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So I'm sittin' and I'm sittin' |
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And I'm sittin' right here in my rockin chair |
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Watchin' my old dog loosing his hair |
