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I'm not a poet I'm just a man I'm not an angel I'm just doing the best I can I've got a heart It feels pain Just like anyone else I don't like standing
Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high You never even stop and wonder why Maybe it's because you wanna die Maybe it's just the way things
Here you come again and here i go Down that same old street i already know that same sweet voice those same old lies Ive drawn in to the world behind
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho' was
I remember you back in nineteen-fifty-six You had all the moves and you knew all the tricks You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix When your voice
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And the tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When
People say I'm no good And crazy as a loon 'Cause I get stoned in the mornin' I get drunk in the afternoon Kinda like my old blue tick hound I like to
Well, the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When
We've Got Great Big Bunches Of Love People What A Feeling It Reaches Clear Up To The Ceiling And Out Through The Roof And That's The Truth And We've
Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand It's a beautiful sight to behold Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver and the sun turns the
Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her, I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how
[Foreign Content] Which means don't let the [Incomprehensible] grand you down They said, "Don't you think it's mighty strong language To be used in, right
Blue star over my shoulder Blue star, can't you see? Blue star, it's a little colder She's gone away from me And I wish I never seen her with the sunlight
ride It?s been a long, hard day But now it?s time to play ?Cause we?ve got it all planned We?re gonna strike up the band We?re gonna take you for a rainbow
He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat Drives a ?36 Cord with a rumble seat Now he?s a, Lord, he's a jitterbug Scare the letters off a highway sign He
If this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me
I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna follow my shoes I may run on up to Dallas But the fiddle player's got the blues Feel kinda like ole Ray Charles