I'm a hack driver in New York City
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I've got seven kids on the lower east side
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I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty
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But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
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I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana
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Stick my finger ain't that a shame
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People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
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But no two of my dresses are ever the same
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How strange it seems to be me
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If tomorrow I opened my eyes
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And found myself somewhere else
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I wonder who I'd be
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I'm the house man at a place called the exit
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The last band I heard bored me to tears
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But every so often I hear one that moves me
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Love for the music is what keeps me here
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How strange it seems to be me
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If tomorrow I opened my eyes
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And found myself somewhere else
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I wonder who I'd be
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I'm a rich man
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I ain't talking 'bout money
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I'm a blues singer at the Eight by Ten
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You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
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Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then
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How strange it seems to be me
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If tomorrow I opened my eyes
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And found myself somewhere else
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I wonder who I'd be
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How Strange It Seems
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| Edwin McCain |
