Old Joe Riley owned a fishin’ shack
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With the ocean out front and the bay out back
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He had a little boat and a fisherman’s tan
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When he wasn’t out fishin’ he was sittin’ in the sand
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Then the big boys came and they offered him millions
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To put up some condos or a swank hotel
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Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
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I could use the money but I just can’t sell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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Come on
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He said I’ve seen the cities eatin’ up small towns
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Where you can’t smell the breeze and it’s cement ground
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You pay to park your car but it ain’t safe to walk
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Nobody looks you in the eye, don’t speak, don’t talk
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So when the big boys came and they offered him millions
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To put up some condos or a swank hotel
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Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
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I could use the money but I just can’t sell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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Here we go
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Yeah the bank lock box there’s a deed to some land
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With his widow’s gold ring a few grains of sand
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Joe Riley’s granddaughter’s gonna face a big choice
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I hope she remembers her granddaddy’s voice
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When the big boys came and they offered him millions
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To put up some condos or a swank hotel
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Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
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I could use the money but I just can’t sell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
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Come on
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Old Joe Riley
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| Dean Brody |
