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Standin' there by the old town clock |
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Grab my coat in my hand |
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I thought I'd go for a walk |
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Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor" |
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But can you really be sure? |
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You've got to help, doctor, doctor |
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Got to take the cure |
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Strollin' 'round, I was hit by surprise |
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By a bit of a dream |
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That looked me straight in the eyes |
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My Momma said, "You'll never be poor" |
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But can you really be sure? |
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You've got to help, doctor, doctor |
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Got to take the cure |
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Everyday I think I see her again |
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With the passing of time |
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My chances just never came |
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Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor" |
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But can you really be sure? |
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You've got to help, doctor, doctor |
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Got to take the cure |
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Fourteen years since I saw her that night |
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Things are not quite the same |
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My head just ain't feelin' right |
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My Momma said, "You'll never be poor" |
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But can you really be sure? |
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You've gotta to help, doctor, doctor |
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Got to take the cure |
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Oh, you're right that I tried |
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To tell myself I'll be all right |
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Feelin' poor, that's for sure |
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I need a bowl of my Momma's cure |
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Oh, you're right that I tried |
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To tell myself that I'll be all right |
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Feelin' poor, that's for sure |
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I need a bowl of my Momma's cure |
