| Old man river, that old man river he just keeps rolling along
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| Mississippi river runnin' backwards, earthquake shook the land, it happened
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| down here in 1912 it’s happening here again
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| Feast and famine ya’all fire and flood, abominations you understand,
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| don’t need no old testament profit to tell me we ain’t living in the promise
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| land
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| «Everybody sing blow Gabriel blow, yeah blow that ragtime jazz, judgment day
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| coming down here y’all in the land of the razzmatazz.»
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| I saw carpet sweepers, microwave ovens, I saw busted down television screens
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| Empty t.v. |
| Evangelist cats with their hair all slicked up with brill cream
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| Now the gospel news truly real bad news no need to invent all the doom and
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| gloom, it’s a one legged race to the liquor store, it’s a hop skip and jump
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| into the doom
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| «Everybody sing blow Gabriel blow, yeah blow that ragtime jazz, judgment day
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| coming down here y’all in the land of the razzmatazz.»
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| Steamboat whistle blowing under water, everything is backwards and upside down,
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| baby Moses in the bulrushes paddling sidways to higher ground
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| Old ladies gambling inside river boat casinos, whirlpools swallowing em down
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| insurance executives and fuller brush salesmen bushwhacked trying to leave town
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| But their lifeboats went backwards up the mississippi river to the ancient
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| Missouri side up thru Iowa, Minnesota into the hands of a righteous God
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| «Everybody sing blow Gabriel blow, yeah blow that ragtime jazz, judgment day
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| coming down here y’all in the land of the razzmatazz.» |