| Once I lived the life of a millionaire
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| Spendin' my money, I didn’t even care
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| I took all my friends out for good times
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| I rode 'em in my Cadillac, bought 'em whiskey, champagne, and wine
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| But in '54 I began to fall down low
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| Not a friend, no place to go
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| And if I ever get my hands on a dollar again
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| I’m gonna squeeze it, squeeze it till the eagle grins
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| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out
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| In your pockets not one penny
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| And your friends, you don’t have any
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| But if I ever get on my feet again
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| I hope I don’t need my lost long friend
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| It’s mighty strange, without a doubt
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| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out
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| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out
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| Nobody wants to know you when you’re, huh, broke |