| Once I lived the life of a millionaire
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| Spendin' my money, I didn’t even care
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| Takin' all my friends out for a good times
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| Buyin' them champagne, cocaine, branded grass and wine
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| But in 1954 when I began to fall down low
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| I didn’t have any friends, any place to go
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| But if I ever get my hands on a dollar again
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| I’m gonna squeeze it and squeeze that mother till the eagle grins
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| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out, oh yeah
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| And in your pockets not one penny
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| And your friends, you can’t find any
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| But if I ever, I swear if I ever get on my feet again
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| I pray and I hope I don’t meet my lost long friends
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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 broke |