Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve
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When you sit outside for a short reprieve
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Talk to folks as they come and leave
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Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve.
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Night is down but it's bright as day
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You haven't been around since you went away
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Feels so good so that's what you say
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Folks say hi, but you say, "Hey."
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Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone
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Orpheus got a black book and a telephone
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Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone;
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One look back.......
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Buy a beer, find a place to stand
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Have a couple laughs and hear the band
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Smoke a couple of your favorite brand
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Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand.
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Don't blame me, it's all been Laraby's gang, now, now.
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Don't blame me for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now.
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Don't blame me 'bout the vanishing waif,
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Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now.
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Sun comes up, you're still awake.
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There's the sky, still as a lake.
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Not even that can drown the ache,
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Looks so high, it must be fake.
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Laraby's Gang
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