Come with me
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Where the food is free
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Where the landlord never comes near you
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Be a guest in a house of rest
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Where the best of fellows can cheer you.
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There's your own little room
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So cool, not too much light
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Where you're one man for whom
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No wife waits up at night
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When day ends
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You have lots of friends
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Who will guard you well while you slumber
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Safe from battle and strife
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Safe from the wind and gale
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Come with me to jail
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You'll never have to fetch the milk
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Or walk the dog at early dawn
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There's no -"Get up- you're late for work!"
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While you rest in the pearly dawn
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You're never bored by politics
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You're privileged to miss a row
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Of tragedies by Sophocles
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And diatribes by Cicero
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Your brother's wife will never come
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On Sunday noon to bring to you
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Her little son who plays the lute,
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Her little girl to sing to you
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You can commit you little "sin"
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And relatives won't yell "Fie!"
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You needn't take the annual trip
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To the oracle at Delphi
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You snore and swear and stretch and yawn
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In this, your strictly male house
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The only way that sinners go to Heaven
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Is in the jailhouse!
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Come With Me
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| Ray Charles |
