Poor old man came from Mississippi
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Nothin¡¯on his mind but a cheap fifth of whiskey
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Playin¡¯ his guitar, got into the city
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Workin¡¯ on the streets just to make a living
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Well he could sing those coffee house blues
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Mississippi John made it look so easy
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Cigarette behind his ear
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His eye are lookin¡¯ misty
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Really let go when the bottle¡¯s half empty
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Singing it loud, his voice is kinda gritty
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He knows he¡¯s got nothin¡¯ to prove
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He spends his time playin¡¯ in the city
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Everybody said he¡¯d be better off leavin¡¯
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And he knew in his heart
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That he better start believing
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Better use the talent
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That the good lord gave him
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To get out of this place
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He don¡¯t need a good reason
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He¡¯s giving heart and soul to you
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He spends his time playin¡¯ in the city
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Look downtown see the man on the corner
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Working so hard just get a dollar
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People walk my want to call him a beggar
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Don¡¯t want too much
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He's just taking what they offer
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Well he¡¯s playing each note for you
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Well he spends his time playin¡¯ in the city
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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Won¡¯t you lay your money down
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Lay Your Money Down
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| Tora Tora |
