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You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi
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You can sell your soul and lay the blame on the passers-by
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You shake your body on the TV screen
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It seems to me, you'd try anything twice
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And swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac
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You can give it to me, to me
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Plain to see that I'll give it you back
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You let it flow, let it go, there's nothing to it
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Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice
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Chasing after stories that have already been told
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Cannot look old Son House in the eyes
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Unaware you carry such a fragile load
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But I've got yours, and you've got mine
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It's a rhythm and blues alibi
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La la la la la la la la la la laaa..
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You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise
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You can give it your all, 'cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la
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You shake your booty on the TV screen
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Seems to me, you'd try anything twice
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You'd try anything twice
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Well let me hear you now..
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Chasing after stories that have already been told,
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Couldn't I look old Son HOuse in the eyes,
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Unaware you carry such a fragile load,
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And I've got yours, you've got mine
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It's a rhythm and blues alibi
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La la la la la etc.
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<fade out>
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Rhythm and Blues Alibi
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