| Poor me, I ain’t got a gal in this town,
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| All of them turned me down,
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| 'Cause I ain’t got a gal in this town.
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| Eee-eee-eee…
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| All yellows and browns,
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| All of them turned me down,
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| 'Cause I ain’t got a gal in this town.
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| Boo-hoo, you hear my mournful wail,
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| I even looked in jail,
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| For a familiar frail.
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| Oooh-doo, you, you, you got me down,
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| Stop your dragging me 'round,
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| 'Cause I ain’t got a gal in this town.
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| I’ve got a million gals in Memphis,
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| I’ve got a gal way out in Saint Paul,
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| I took my hat and left them flat
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| 'Cause they couldn’t kick the gong. |