(Buck Fowler)
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I saw a picture yesterday
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In a men¡¯s room near L.A.
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Lying on the floor beside the throne.
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Had I not recognized the cross
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I might have failed to know the boss,
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I thought, ¡°Lord, you look neglected and alone.¡±
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I picked it up with lovin¡¯ care,
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I wondered who had placed it there,
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When l saw there was no paper on the roll.
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I said, ¡°Lord, what would you do
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If you were me and I was you,
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Take a chance, save your pants or your soul ?¡±
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Then a voice said,
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¡°Kinky, it¡¯s Jesus here, you know that I ain¡¯t no square.
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Well, I¡¯ve got these pictures of me,
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I mean statues, you know they¡¯re everywhere.
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Well, I may seem I come from Liverpool,
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And then on the other hand I may come from France,
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But if you don¡¯t get off that toilet, well I¡¯m just gonna have to dance.¡±
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I saw a picture yesterday in a men¡¯s room near L.A.
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Men's Room, L.A.
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| Kinky Friedman |
