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Crash on the levee, mama, |
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Water's gonna overflow, |
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Swamp's gonna rise, |
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No boat's gonna row. |
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Now, you can train on down |
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To williams point, |
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You can bust your feet, |
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You can rock this joint. |
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But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? |
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You're gonna have to find yourself |
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Another best friend, somehow. |
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Now, don't you try an' move me, |
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You're just gonna lose. |
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There's a crash on the levee |
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And, mama, you've been refused. |
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Well, it's sugar for sugar |
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And salt for salt, |
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If you go down in the flood, |
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It's gonna be your own fault. |
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Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? |
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You're gonna have to find yourself |
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Another best friend, somehow. |
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Well, that high tide's risin', |
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Mama, don't you let me down. |
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Pack up your suitcase, |
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Mama, don't you make a sound. |
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Now, it's king for king, |
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Queen for queen, |
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It's gonna be the meanest flood |
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That anybody's seen. |
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Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? |
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Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself |
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Another best friend, somehow. |