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She's a crooked sheriff in a real straight town |
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She openend the door, shake shake shake the lights go down |
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Clover honey and the Jimson Weed |
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Red leather skirt way up above her knees |
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Oh yeah, my baby's lowdown |
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She's a gone lost dirt road |
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There ain't no way back I been told |
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Well she's a story they all tell |
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She's a rebel, she's a yell |
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Oh yeah, my baby's lowdown |
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White heat in a cold rain |
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I'm a mergin here in your mergin lane |
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Jockey La Fayette, Big Eyed Al |
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The second hand moon's shining for my gal |
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She's a big red flag in a mean bullpen |
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She'll steal it from you, sell it right back to you again |
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Well, she's a wild rose, she's not settled |
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Cold gun of ice blue metal, |
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Oh, my baby's lowdown |
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White heat in a cold rain |
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I'm a mergin here in your mergin lane |
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Jockey La Fayette, Big Eyed Al |
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She's a cheap motel with a burned out sign |
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She'll take care of you definitely every time |
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She got a stolen check book and legs up to there |
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Singing into a hairbrush, right in front of the mirror |
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Oh yeah, my baby's lowdown |
