Rough House Blues
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I'm Going Down The Road Feeling Bad, Bye And Bye
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deep Fried Blues But I'd Rather Die Than Cry
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gas Station Food Bound To Go Stale Soon
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there's A Curse In The Air And A Toe-Nail Moon
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yay, Some Of These Towns Are Still Non-Friendly
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and This Is The Hammer That Killed John Henry
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i'm Sick Of Being Tired, Sick Of The Circus Life
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here Day-Dreaming Of A Waitress As The Perfect Wife
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utterly Inappropriate, Taken Out Of Context
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degenerate Nervousness, Developing A Complex
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no Good With Money, Left-Overs In A Bitch Bag
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fryin' Pan Soul And A Face Like A Dishrag
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a Million Old Movies, I Figured I'd Tell
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childhood Memories Triggered By Smell
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so Now What, You May Ask, Well That's Hard To Say
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because That Old Jack Of Diamonds Is A Tough Card To Play
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all The Wrong Reasons, Just Another Skull To Crack
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askin' The Dust, I'm Stuck In A Cul-De-Sac
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and It May Sound Silly But To Me The Threat Is Very Real
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so That's Why I Sing Love Songs And Carry Steel
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women And Warfare, Roaches And Roadkills
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no Easy Answers, No Deadlines And No Frills
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catchin' Your Drift, Receivin' The Warning
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packin' My Things, I Live In The Morning
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i Drive All Night, Gone To See My Friend
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one Day This Highway Will Be My End
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now The Hills Are Alive And The Motor Is Dead
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that Man Has A Zero Floating Over His Head
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i Follow My Instincts, Sometimes Follow Dogs
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drink Muddy Water,Sleep Inside Hollow Logs
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so Now What, You May Ask, Well That's Hard To Say
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because That Old Jack Of Diamonds Is A Tough Card To Play
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Rough House Blues
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