| Miss Beverly Jones had a PhD in Physics
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| And she went to town to look for some work
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| Everyplace she applied they said that she was qualified
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| To be a secretary or a clerk
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| The word got out on the day she was born
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| But she was twenty years getting the news
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| And the «I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’m going nowhere in a hurry» blues
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| My friend Fred felt lucky last Tuesday
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| And he took himself out to the track
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| He was armed with a hot tip and a hundred dollar bill
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| But that boy had to hitchhike back
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| The horse that he bet on was leading all the way
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| And then it threw off one of its shoes
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| And got the «I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’m going nowhere in a hurry» blues
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| And it’s I don’t know where I’m going
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| I do not know how long the journey will last
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| And it’s I don’t know where I’m going
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| The future’s one big mirror of the past
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| And I’ve been losing so long, that it looks just like winning
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| Kick me again and I’ll come up grinning
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| All my time I’ve spent standing still
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| Its the world that’s spinnin' round so fast
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| And it was on a Sunday morning
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| About a hundred years ago
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| The message came without a warning
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| Though everybody’d told him so
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| The last thing that General Custer said
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| When he looked up and saw all the Sioux
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| Was, «I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’m going nowhere in a hurry too».
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| A fatal dose of the «I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’m going nowhere in a hurry» blues. |