| I got a dollar in my pocket
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| There ain’t a cloud up above
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| I got a picture in a locket
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| That says baby I love you
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| Well if you didn’t look then boys
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| Then fellas don’t go lookin' now
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| Well here she comes a-walkin'
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| All that heaven will allow
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| Say hey there mister bouncer
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| Now all I wanna do is dance
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| But I swear I left my wallet
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| Back home in my workin' pants
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| C’mon Slim slip me in man
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| I’ll make it up to you somehow
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| I can’t be late I got a date
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| With all that heaven will allow
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| Chorus
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| Rain and storm and dark skies
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| Well now they don’t mean a thing
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| If you got a girl that loves you
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| And who wants to wear your ring
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| So c’mon mister trouble
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| We’ll make it through you somehow
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| We’ll fill this house with all the love
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| All that heaven will allow
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| Repeat chorus
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| Now some may wanna die young man
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| Young and gloriously
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| Get it straight now mister
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| Hey buddy that ain’t me
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| 'Cause I got something on my mind
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| That sets me straight and walkin' proud
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| And I want all the time
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| All that heaven will allow
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| And I want all the time
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| All that heaven will allow |