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Memories of |
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Crescent City |
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Wednesday nights at the |
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Rock-n-Bowl |
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On the bandstand there is |
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Snooks and guitar |
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Pure gasoline for the soul |
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Take me back to the |
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Mound City |
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Any night across town |
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Bennie for blues and |
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James for barrel house |
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The brown eyed handsome man is still around |
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You give yourself to the world |
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You don't hold back much of anything |
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Mother Theresa to the animal kingdom |
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You know how high to set the bar |
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You give your words freely |
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Takes it back to familiar ground |
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But when you hold your cards close to your chest |
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It shows you've been pushed too far |
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Looking back on |
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LouisianaWhere the dirty water flows |
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And life there is a little easier |
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As anyone who has been through knows |
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Conversations turn to metaphors |
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Cards to the table you bring |
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Fold your hand but save your best for later |
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Don't know how long these angels sing |
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You give yourself to the world |
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You don't hold back much of anything |
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Mother Theresa to the animal kingdom |
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You know how high to set the bar |
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You give your words freely |
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Takes it back to familiar ground |
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But when you hold your cards close to your chest |
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It shows you've been pushed too far |
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But when you hold your cards close to your chest |
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It shows you've been pushed too far |
