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( grossman ) |
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Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west |
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Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test |
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But i'm doing all right now |
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Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na |
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Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans |
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Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans |
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But i'm doing all right now |
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Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na |
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Guess i didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes |
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'cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my nose |
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But i'm doing all right now |
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Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na |
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Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans |
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Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans |
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But i'm doing all right now |
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Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na |
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Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans |
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Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans |
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But i'm doing all right now.. |
