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Well, I'm hanging around the depot |
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Boys, trying to get a job |
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I'm so sick and tired of being laid off |
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No silver lining, no rainbow's end |
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Bills in my mailbox, that's all they ever send |
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All they ever send |
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Well, I'm hanging around the corner |
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Boys, holding up the wall |
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Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call |
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Running out of patience, running out of cool |
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Don't turn on the radio, |
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I don't want to hear the news |
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Don't want to hear the news |
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Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat |
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Sure make sense from your head to your feet |
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You don't want to know me now |
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But you're gonna change your mind |
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I'm going to |
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Fat City, gonna do things in style |
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Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat |
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Sure make sense from your head to your feet |
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Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street |
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Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street |
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You don't want to know me now |
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But you're gonna change your mind |
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I'm going to |
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Fat City, gonna do things in style |
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Well, my motor won't run |
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Man, I'm sure it's on the blink |
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Ain't had no gasoline since |
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God knows when |
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I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show? |
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Don't keep me waiting, |
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I got some place else to go |
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Some place else to go |
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Well, I'm hanging 'round the depot |
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Boys, can't get a job |
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I'm so sick and tired of being laid off |
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No silver lining, no rainbow's end |
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Blues in my mailbox, that's all they ever send |
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All they ever send, all they ever send |