Mama told me when I was three
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The street'll never get you no where
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You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump
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And get along like it isn't there
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You hold your head up high
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Like you're gonna fly
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You take the bitter 'til you find the sweet
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And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud
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You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat
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Chorus
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You gotta step that step
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Walk that walk
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Shake that thing
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And Honey talk that talk
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Hollywood, if New York could
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Keep you babblin' 'til the break of day
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No time to rest and you've got to feel blessed
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'Cause you're gonna get it anyway
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You start to wail and your face turns pale
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You've got to pump it till your pistol pops
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And as the eagle flew baby so will you
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Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top
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Repeat Chorus Six Times
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Step The Step
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| Sawyer Brown |
