(J. Fogerty)
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Now, if I was a bricklayer,
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I wouldn't build just anything;
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And if I was a ball player,
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I wouldn't play no second string.
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And if I were some jew'lry, baby;
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Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
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If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
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If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
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I could be most anything,
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But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
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If I were a gambler, You know I'd never lose,
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And if I were a guitar player,
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Lord, I'd have to play the blues.
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If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp.
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If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
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You can find the tallest building,
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Lord, I'd have me the house on top.
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Oh, let's go!
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All right, keep goin'!
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I'm the penthouse pauper;
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I got nothin' to my name.
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I'm the penthouse pauper; baby,
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I got nothing to my name.
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I can be most anything,
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'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same.
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Oh, let's move to this song!
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Lord, look at my penthouse.
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Penthouse Pauper
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| Creedence Clearwater Revival |
