I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
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And I stand here and wonder if there’s more
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Would you make a pallet on your floor?
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I’ve been down, I’ve been down for nothing at all
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Got no kind of nothing at all, and nothing ain’t nothing at all
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Saw a picture of white sand, with a woman and a man
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Walking hand in hand into the sea
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I didn’t want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand
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The burning edge of Eden’s land, be pure geography
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With uncountable pieces of me.
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I’ve been down, I’ve been down for nothing at all
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I’ve got no kind of nothing at all
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And I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
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Little Stream of Whiskey
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| Old Man Luedecke |
