Rain on my Sunday shoes
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Pick up the daily news
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Looks like tomorrows blues
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But its better than none
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Call on the telephone
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knowin' that he's not home
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I'll put on the Rollin' Stones
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And I can have me some fun
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Start up a flight of stairs
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Stand up and comb your hair
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Try not to change things
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More than you can withstand
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Get into something new
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That's made for a year or two
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Pick up the pieces
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Where you think they might land
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Everyday goes
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Another days gone
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Hate to say so but I'm getting older
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Day by day
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Take off all your clothes
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Stand up and wipe your nose
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Cry for your daddy
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Who died so long ago
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Jump on another plane
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Today it's all the same
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You can catch me in Boston
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'Cause that's how it goes
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I'm here in apartment 21
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Stop by and have some fun
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Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
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Look at a photograph
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Lord, don't it make you laugh
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For all these changes
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What have you done?
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La la la, la la la, la la la la
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Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la
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La la la, la la la, la la la la
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La la la la, la la la, la la la la
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Sit down and write a song
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Wait till the days grow long
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And wait fir the autumn wind
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To blow me away
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La la la, la la la, la la la la
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Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la
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La la la, la la la, la la la la
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La la la la, la la la, la la la la
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(repeat)
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Apartment 21
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| Bobbie Gentry |
