it was '96 in south carolina,
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thats the place and not the goddam year
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sittin on the porch out at bobbys place,
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just tuggin on a lukewarm beer.
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and there i was peepin like an old sidewinder,
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just an inch or so above the mud. the first to find out that its rainin
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is the last to find out its a flood.
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it was paradise valley nevada,
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not far from where the west was won.
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i am the only black face in the whole damn place
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just a raisin in the blazing sun.
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and there i am like that old sidewinder,
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just wishin that her eggs aint hatched.
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and the chain i wear has 'em wishin for the day when it came with a ball attached.
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(chorus)
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so im gonna move,right outta this town.
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this old skin stops weighin me down. this old skin.
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(bridge)
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he was sittin in the very same spot that otis sat to watch the dock of the bay...
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in the very same spot,that the ships rolled in.
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now there's nothing but the mud and the clay.
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(ch)
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im gonna move,right outta this town.
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this old skin,is weighing me down.
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this old skin.
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(instramental)
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outside orlando in the sunshine state
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has just upped itself another degree.
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i am the very last orange of the whole years crop.
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hangin dearly to the branch of the tree.
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and the wind and the spring couldn't do anything.
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so im burnin in the sun of the south.
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that old sidewinder in the dust below,
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im just waiting till it opens its mouth.
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(ch)
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so im gonna move,right outta this town.
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when this old skin,finally touches the ground.
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this old skin....
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(bridge)
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he was sittin in the very same spot that otis sat to watch the dock of the bay.
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the very same spot the ships rolled in.
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now there's nothing but the mud and the clay.
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(ch)
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now im gonna move,right outta this town.
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when this old skin,finally touches the ground...this old skin
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this old skin
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this old skin
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this old skin.
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This Old Skin
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| The Beautiful South |
