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Kerosene Hat (Lowery)
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How can I fly with these old darkie wings
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while the magpies sing some shiny song?
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"Old corn face row teeth"
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she says sweetly to me
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in the elevator
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CHORUS:
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Everything seems like a dream
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and life's a scream.
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Here come old Kerosene Hat
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with his ear flaps waxed
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a-courtin' his girl
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come clattering in here
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on your old cloven skates
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with that devilish spoon
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CHORUS
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When you're submarine.
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So don't you bother me death
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with your leathery ways
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and your old chaise lounge
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Wickerman's fence of leathery tires
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And the cook's gone mad, started several fires...
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Everything seems like a dream
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When you're submarine
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"Head like a stream"
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she says softly to me
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from the rattling chair
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Bring me a steak, and my
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old pair of crows, my medicine lamp
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Kerosene Hat
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| cracker |
