Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
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That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright...
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Make it a double, or eh...
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Somebody has to sing
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Some body will sing?
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Somebody will sing, right?
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(I don't know!)
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Y'all pass me that bottle,
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And I'll sing you all a real song
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Yeah!
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Let me get my key, ahum!
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Well, I'm looking through harlem
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My stomach squeal just a little more
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A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
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Pulls up to soap?box door
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Now a lady with a pearl?handled necktie
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Tied to the driver's fence
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Breathes in my face,
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Bourbon and coke possessed words
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& quot;haven't I seen you somewhere in hell,
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Or was it just an accident? '
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(you know how I felt then, and so..)
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Before I could ask 'was it the east or west side?'
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My feet they howled in pain
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The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,
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But not as deep in my mind as the rain
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And as they pulled away I could see her words
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Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
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Well I picked them up, brushed them off,
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To see what they say,
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And you wouldn't believe..
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`come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
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And bring along the bottle and a president'
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And eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby
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Especially when your only friend,
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Talks, sees, looks and feels like you,
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And you do just the same as him
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(gets very lonely up this road, baby)
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(yeah, hmmm, yeah)
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(got more to say!)
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Well I'm riding through la (huh),
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On a bicycle built for fools
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And I seen one of my old buddies
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And he say, 'you don't look the way you usually do'
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I say, 'well, some people look like a coin-box'
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He say, 'look like you ain't got no coins to spare'
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And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this..
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I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,
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And combed this breath right out of my hair
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And sometimes it's not so easy
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Especially when your only friend
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Talk, sees, looks and feels like you,
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And you do just the same as him
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Just got out of a scandinavian jail,
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And I'm on my way straight home to you
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But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror,
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To make sure my friend's here with me too
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And you know good well I don't drink coffee,
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So you fill my cup full of sand
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And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
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Sharing lipstick around the broken edge
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And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
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And your cat he attacked me from his pill?box ledge
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And I thought you were my friend too
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Man, my shadow comes in line before you
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I'm finding out that it's eh not so easy
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Specially when your only friend
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Talks, looks, sees and feels like you,
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And you do the same just like him
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(lord it's so lonely here, hmmm, yeah)
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Yeah!
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(pass me that bottle over there...)
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Yeah, yeah, okay...
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My Friend
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Jimi Hendrix |