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Alright |
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Bourbon blues on the street |
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Loose and complete under skies so smokey blue green |
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I can't forsake a dixie dead-shake |
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So we danced the sidewalk clean |
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My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? |
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New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim |
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Colonel Tom, what's wrong? what's going on? |
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Can tie yourself up for a deal |
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He said, "Hey north you're south, shut you big mouth |
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You gotta do what you feel is real" |
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Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs |
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My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years |
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Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire |
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Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire |
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Picking out the highlights of the scenery |
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Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me |
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I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks |
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Looked up to the Lord above and said, "Hey, man thanks" |
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Sometimes I feel so good, I gotta scream |
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She said, "Gordie baby, I know exactly what you mean" |
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She said, she said, I swear to God she said |
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Oh no, no yeah |
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My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? |
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New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim, swim |
