Well I'm sittin' right here in my rockin chair
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Running my fingers right through my hair
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Fire is flicken with a yellow and gold
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Makin me quiver in the snowy cold
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Got a lazy old woman
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Screaming bout my money
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She took every cent
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And she didn't leave me any
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Times were never so good, got a fly for food
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Got no woman to spend my money
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Well she blew and took all my money
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So I'm sittin' right here in my rockin chair
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Running my fingers right through my hair
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Spider caught the fly in his web
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Do believe he may be dead
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Times were never so good, got a fly for food
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Got no woman to spend my money
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Well she blew and took all my money
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Well I'm sittin' and I'm sittin' and I'm sittin' right here
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In my rockin chair
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Watchin' my old dog loosing his hair
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Rockin' Chair
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| Tom Waits |