Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing lightbeams
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Everything wanders from baby to Z
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Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday
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Old like a rum drinking demon at tea
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Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter
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Why, why tell me, what's your why now?
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Tell me why will you never come home?
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Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one
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Everywhere I go
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The people all know
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Everyone's doin' that rag
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Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday
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Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea
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Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
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Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
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Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know
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Stepping off sharply from the rank and file
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Awful cold and dark like a dungeon
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Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day
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Hipsters, tripsters,
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real cool chicks, sir,
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everyone's doin' that rag
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You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset
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No one is watching or standing in your shoes
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Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning
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Everything promised is delivered to you
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Don't neglect to pick up what your share is
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All the winter birds are winging home now
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Hey Love, go and look around you
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Nothing out there you haven't seen before now
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But you can wade in the water
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and never get wet
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if you keep on doin' that rag
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One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild
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The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve
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Come back here, Baby Louise,
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and tell me the name
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of the game that you play
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Is it all fall down?
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Is it all go under?
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Is it all fall down, down, down
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Is it all go under?
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Everywhere I go
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the people all know
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everybody's doin' that rag
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Doin' That Rag
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Grateful Dead |