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There's a crooked street in Houston town, |
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It's a well born path I've traveled down |
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Now there's ruin in my name, I wish I never got off the train, |
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I wished I'd listened to the words you said. |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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You'll be lost and never found |
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You can never turn around |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Once I held you in my arms, I was sure |
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But I took that silent stare through the guilded door |
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The desire to have much more, all the glitter and the roar, |
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I know this is where the sidewalk ends. |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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You'll be lost and never found |
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You can never turn around |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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When I was young I thought only of getting out |
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I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house |
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Give a man gin, give a man cards, give an inch he takes a yard, |
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And I rue the day that I stepped off this train. |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street |
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You'll be lost and never found |
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You can never turn around |
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Don't go down to Fannin Street. |
