Well, well, well, oh yeah, mmm.
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I'm sitting here in Memphis,
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Whiskey bottle in my hand, oh. I got to find a woman,
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I'm only on a one-night stand,
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I've got to kick away these blues,
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Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
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I'm leaving in the morning,
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I'm heading for the promised land.
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Got to call a number,
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A certain woman in town, yeah,
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But when I got connected she told me
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She was going to settle down, Oh baby, yeah.
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I've got to kick away these blues,
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Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
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I'm leaving in the morning,
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I'm heading for the promised land,
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Oh baby; look out over there.
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Ever since I've been playing guitar in a band,
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Ever since I been to St. Davida's school,
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Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
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I get a little closer but it's still the same old game.
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Ma ma mama, I get a little closer to you baby, Seem like
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you're all the same, I get a little closer to you,
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still the same old game, Come on baby, I want to take you with me.
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I've got to leave the city, I'm headed for the California sun,
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Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, They say the girls are pretty
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And pretty soon I'm going to get me one, Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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I've got to kick away these blues, Got to get on my
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rock and roll shoes, I'm leaving in the morning,
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I'm heading for the promised land, Lord knows I am.
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Ever since I been playing guitar in a band, Ever since I've been
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St. Davida's place, Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
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I get a little closer but it's still the same old game
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Ever since I been playing guitar in a band
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Whiskey Bottle
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