I know this Jasper girl whose name is Salome
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Bear east on Sixty-Three south of Aquacay
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You're still in Texas, but just a stone's throw away
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'Cross the river lies Louisian-i-ay
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Whoa-oh whorehouse moan
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Love that fat-back boiled in bone
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Salty gravy seasoned with tears
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Keep me happy for a hundred years
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She got corn on the cob, black-eyed peas and ham
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Served with salty gravy for the kind of man I am
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She got roast potato, pheasant under glass
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Moonshine in a Dixie cup, knock you back on your ass
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Salty, salty gravy
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Fat-back boiled in bone
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Salty, salty gravy
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Texas whorehouse moan
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If you got an appetite she can't satisfy
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Ain't her fault you couldn't, not 'cause she didn't try
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No dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon
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Get down and lose yourself, come on baby come on
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Whoa-oh whorehouse moan
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Give me fat-back boiled in bone
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Salty gravy seasoned with tears
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Keep me happy for a hundred years
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Last whorehouse in Texas, damn near on the State line
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I can't tell you how I wish Salome was mine
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I'd marry that lady today, move down to New Orleans
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Spite of what people say how she's too good for the likes of me
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Whoa-oh whorehouse moan
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Give me fat-back boiled in bone
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Salty gravy seasoned with tears
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Keep me happy for a hundred years
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Each year on her birthday I send a big bouquet
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Of red, red, red roses and a jug of fine tokay
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Salty, salty gravy, maybe crepe suzette
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Forty second of July, a date I don't forget
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Salty, salty gravy
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Fat-back boiled in bone
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Salty, salty gravy
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Texas whorehouse moan
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Salome
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Little Feat |