Blue Gene baby
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Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender,
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The beauties were brief
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Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine
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And a black handkerchief?
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I miss your sad Virginia whisper,
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I miss the voice that called my heart
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Young and old and gone
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Who, who, who slapped John?
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White face, black shirt
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White socks, black shoes
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Black hair, white strat
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Bled white, died black
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Let the blue caps roll tonight
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At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall
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Where the bop is their delight
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Here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie,
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She's the one with the flying feet
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You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease
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But the beat is reet complete
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And the jump-back honey in the dungarees,
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Tight sweater and a pony-tail
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Will you guess her age when she comes back-stage,
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The hoodlums bite their nails
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Black gloves, white frost
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Black crepe, white lead
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White sheet, black knight
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Jet black, dead white
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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There's one in every town
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And the devil drives till the hearse arrives
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And you lay the pistol down
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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With nowhere left to hide
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With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes
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And perforated pride
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Sail away, boys
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Take me home
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Country roads
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So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel
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Goodbye to money owed
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When your leg still hurts, but you need more shirts
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You got to get back on the road
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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When your leg still hurts, but you need more shirts
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You got to get back on the road
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Sweet Gene Vincent
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| Robbie Williams |
