When you've got no more assurance
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Than a great big hunk of lead
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If you don't respond to romance
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Jack, you're dead!
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When a chick is smiling at you
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Even though there's nothing said
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If you stand there like a statue
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Jack, you're dead!
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You've been always kicking
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But you stubbed your toes
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When you ups and kicks the bucket
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Just like old man Mose
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When you get no kicks from loving
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And you blow your top instead
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It's a fact that you ain't living
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Jack, you're dead!
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If you just ain't got nobody
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Since you've gone and lost your head
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Rigor Mortis has set in daddy
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Jack, you're dead!
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What's the use of having muscles
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When your life hangs by a thread
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If you ain't got no red corpuscles
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Jack, you're dead!
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You've been always kicking
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But you stubbed your toes
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When you ups and kicks the bucket
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Just like old man Mose
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When you get no kicks from loving
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And the news begins to spread
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All the cats will holler, "Murder!"
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Jack, you're dead!
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All the breaths leaked out of you
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When your friends gather round the bed
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And look at you and say, "Um, um, um, don't he look natural"
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When that happens to you, daddy
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Jack, you're dead!
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JACK, YOU'RE DEAD!
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| B.B. King |
