Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,
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'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone.
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Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to slaughter,
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Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.
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Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
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Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
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You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, y'all.
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Five miles o' road between me and the hounds,
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A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin'me down.
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Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
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'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.
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Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
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Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
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You know a funky butt a-showed me the Funky Turnaround,
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.
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Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing, yeah
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Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
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You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,
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Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.
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Tulsa Turnaround
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| Three Dog Night |
