(Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon)
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I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Every single cure seems to be against the law
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Went and told my psychic
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I said "Keep it to yourself.
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I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else."
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Word's out on the street
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Whispers in the night
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They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's like
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Pickle-ickle-ickle
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Gonna run that voodoo down
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How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to
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the ground!
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Now I'm shaking all over
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I'm a shattering mass
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But I'm gonna sit up straight
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I'm going to take it with class
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Old man used to tell me
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"Son, never look back,
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Move on to the next case.
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Fold your clothes and pack."
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To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
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"Get yourself a trade,
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Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade"
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Every single cure seems to be against the law
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I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole
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I should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm told
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Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
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This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
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I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words
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I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Rub Me Raw
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Warren Zevon |