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Man came to the door, I say 'for whom were you lookin'?' |
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Says 'your wife', I say 'she's busy in the kitchen cookin'' |
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Po' boy, where you been? |
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Already told you, won't tell you again |
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I say 'how much you want for that, I'll go into the store' |
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Man says 'three dollars' 'all right', I say, 'will you take four?' |
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Po' boy, never say die |
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Things will be all right, by and by |
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Workin' like in a main line, workin' like the devil |
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The game is the same it's just up on another level |
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Po' boy, dressed in black |
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Police at your back |
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Po' boy in a red hot town |
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Out beyond the twinklin' stars |
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Ridin' first class train |
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Makin' the rounds |
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Try to keep from fallin' between the cars |
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Othello told Desdemona "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket" |
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"By the way, what happened to that poisoned wine?" |
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She said "I gave it to you, you drank it" |
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Po' boy, layin' 'em straight |
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Pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate |
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Time and love has branded me with its claws |
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Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws |
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Po' boy in the hotel called the Palace of Bloom |
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Called down to room service, said 'send up a room |
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My mother was the daughter of a wealthy farmer |
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My father was a traveling salesman, I never met him |
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When my mother died my uncle took me in to run a funeral parlor |
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He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him |
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All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss |
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I don't know any more than this |
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Po' boy, pickin' up sticks |
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Build you a house out of mortar and bricks |
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Knockin' on the door, I say 'who is it, where you from?' |
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Man say 'Freddie', I say 'Freddie who?' |
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He say 'Freddie or not, here I come' |
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Po' boy 'neath the stars that shine |
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Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine |
