Close one there
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Chokin' in clean underwear
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Bleeding tongue
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Eight-ball pounding in my lungs
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Ship-to-shore
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I can't see the coastline anymore
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well I shouldn't be here
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I thought I made that loud and clear
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(Chorus)
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But the Master of Disaster
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Gets tangled in his Telecaster
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He can't play it any faster
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when he plays the blues
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When he had the heart to ask her
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Every note just shook the plaster
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now he's just a mean old bastard
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when he plays the blues
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Chinatown
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chasin' that ol' dragon down
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Madame Wong's
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we played the blues with the curtains drawn
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Sidewalks of white
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when the L.A. sun beat out the night
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poundin' brain
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my last transmission down the drain
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(chorus)
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There's a debt I owe
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I'll never pay before I go
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So I sing the blues
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hand me down my walkin shoes
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You're in my heart
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Though we may be miles apart
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There's my point
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I'll see you in another joint
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(Chorus)
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Master Of Disaster
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John Hiatt |