We were bored, there was nothing going on.
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Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again.
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Then drink some more when the morning comes.
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Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi.
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We were doing our best just to ride it down.
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Till the night G.G. Allin came to town.
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"Honey, I dont believe this,"
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the old man at Ferguson's Cafe kept saying to his wife.
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As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down that night
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"It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into the crowd.
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But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down."
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Gone before the shit came down.
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The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
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The Night G.C. Allin Came to Town.
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Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991.
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Punk Rockers Paid $12.00 to be Shit On!
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The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town
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"It says He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass!"
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The old man and his wife were aghast
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The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
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The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
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The Night G.G. Allin Came To Town
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| Drive-By Truckers |
