Clyde plays electric bass
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Plays it with finesse and grace
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Sit on the porch without no shoes
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A-picking the bass and singing the blues
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Misery loves company
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And his old dog sings harmony
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Tambourine tied to his tail
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You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail
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Jody May, she got a dollar
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Down the road you can hear her holler
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"Get up Clyde, we got something to do
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That old dog can sing the blues"
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He don't move, he don't flinch
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Clyde, he don't move an inch
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Just sit on the porch without no shoes
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Picking his bass and singing the blues
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Clyde
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| J. J. Cale |
