Don't call pretty Peggy,
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she can't hear you no more
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Don't leave no message
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'round her back door.
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They say the old laughing lady
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been here before
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She don't keep time,
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she don't count score.
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You can't have a cupboard
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if there ain't no wall.
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You got to move there's
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no time left to stall.
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They say the old laughing lady
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dropped by to call
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And when she leaves,
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she leaves nothing at all.
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See the drunkard of the village
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falling on the street.
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Can't tell his ankles
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from the rest of his feet.
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He loves his old laughing lady
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'cause her taste is so sweet.
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But his laughing lady's loving
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ain't the kind he can keep.
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There's a fever on the freeway,
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blacks out the night.
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There's a slipping on the stairway,
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just don't feel right
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And there's a rumbling
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in the bedroom
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and a flashing of light
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There's the old laughing lady,
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everything is all right.
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Old Laughing Lady
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Neil Young |