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On the road for forty days, |
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Last night in little rock put me in a haze. |
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Sweet, sweet connie -- doin' her act, |
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She had the whole show and that's a natural fact. |
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Up all night with freddy king, |
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I got to tell you poker's his thing. |
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A-booze 'n ladies keep me right, |
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As long as we can make it to the show tonight. |
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We're an american band. |
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We're an american band. |
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We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down. |
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We're an american band. |
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Four young chaquitas in omaha, |
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Was waitin' for the band to return from the show. |
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Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's saturday night, |
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The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight. |
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Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan, |
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They was out to meet the boys in the band. |
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They said, "come on, dudes, let's get it on," |
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And we proceeded to tear that hotel down. |
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We're an american band, ooo-ooo. |
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We're an american band, ooo-ooo. |
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We're an american band, ooo-ooo. |
