A bunch of wild boys was hanging around
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At the local neighborhood saloon
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And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox
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Playing all the favorite tunes
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And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
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Was big bad Solomon Jones
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And watching over his luck
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Was the love of his life
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Is the lady that was known as Simone
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When out of the night which was dark and cold
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Into the smoke-filled dimly-lit room
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Stumbled in a thug
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Who was smelling like bud
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And his eyes looked high as the moon
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He looked like a man with his foot in the grave
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And his lifetime about to be out
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Yet he slapped down some hundred-dollar bills on the bar
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And he yelled out "drinks on the house"
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Now nobody could place where this dude was from
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But we knew that he was far from home
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But we drank to his health
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And the last to drink was big bad Solomon Jones
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Now there are some G's
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Who just run the streets
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And they live life in and out of jail
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And such was he, that kind of OG
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That looked like he'd been through hell
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With his hair in cornrows
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A mean mug grill
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Like a dog who's day is done
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He lit up the green stuff in his cigar
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And took hits one by one
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Now I got to thinking who this cat could be
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And what the hell is- going on
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Well I turned around and who was staring at him
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The lady that was known as Simone
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And the white t-shirt all stained with dirt
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He was trying not to be rude
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But he was trying to find another
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Good song on the jukebox
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So he could just set the mood
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Have you ever been out in the city streets
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With the gang-made players so clear
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Where the police and gangsters control the block
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And gunshots is all that you hear
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When the only sounds are the drums of war
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And you left out in the cold
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A half-dead man in a half-dead world
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And a yellow-brick road to go
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Then all of a sudden the music changed
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And everyone just held their post ?But it felt like a life had been robbed from you
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And everything that you held close
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?That someone has stolen the women you love
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And that her love was a devil¡¯s lie ?That your heart was gone and the best thing that you could do is crawl away and die ?It¡¯s the painful cry of a man¡¯s despair deep down in his bones ?I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones
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And the stranger turned
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And his eyes had burned
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In a most peculiar way
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And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt
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He sat in to watch me sway
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Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin
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And he spoke in a voice so clear
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"Boys you don't know who I am
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And I know that you just don't care"
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"Now I'ma say these words
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'Cuz these words are true
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And when I'm done here I'll be gone
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But one of you boys is a shiesty dog
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And his name is Solomon Jones"
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Then I ducked my head
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And the lights went out
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And two guns blazed in the dark
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Then I women swooned
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And the lights came on
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And the two men laced with the starch.
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With a bullet in his head
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And pumped full of lead
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Was big bad Solomon Jones
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What a thug from the street
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Who was hoeing his heat
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And who knows to that lady named Simone
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Solomon Jones
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