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bourbon blues on the stree, loose and complete under skies all smokey blue-green i can't forsake a dixie dead-shake so we
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danced the sidewalk clean my memory is muddy, what's this river that i'm in? new orleans is sinking man and i don't wanna
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swim
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colonel tom. what's wrong? what's going on? you can tie yourself up for a deal he said, "hey north you're south shut you big
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mouth, you gotta do what you feel is real" ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs my baby, she don't know me
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when I'm thinking bout those years
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pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire picking out the highlights of the scenery saw
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a little cloud that looked a little like me
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i had my hands in the river my feet back up on the banks looked up to the lord above and said, "hey man thanks" sometimes i
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feel so good, i gotta scream she said gordie baby i know exactly what you mean she said, she said, i swear to god she said...
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my memory is muddy what's this river that i'm in? new orleans is sinking mand and i don't wanna swim
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New Orleans Is Sinking
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| The Tragically Hip |
