| I wanna tell you a story
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| It happened long ago
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| About a redneck boy
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| Down from tupelo
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| I got the slick black hair
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| I played a rock guitar
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| I liked to shake my hips, man
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| Then i went too far
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| He ate his weight in country ham,
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| Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| I had a lot of girls
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| I had a lot of guns
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| When they found me dead
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| The whole world was stunned
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| Went to the pearly gates
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| Said, «I'm the hippest thing»
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| And Peter said «Well son,
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| We already got ourselves a king»
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| He lived on southern deep-fried spam,
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| Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| He finished his short life,
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| Sweaty and bloated and stoned
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| He ruled his domain and he died on the throne
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| No «Yes-Men», no colonel, he went…
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| …all alone…
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| (Hey, man, that looks like me down there on the floor)
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| I heard the devil cry
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| Real loud and clear
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| «You were the big man, there
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| You’re just a sideman here
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| Well, I know your face
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| And I’ve heard your name
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| Looks like heaven’s loss
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| Is gonna be my gain»
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| (I've got plans for you, man)
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| He ate his weight in country ham
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| Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Dis-Grace-Land
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| Well, I woke up, right here
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| In dis-grace-land
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| Thank ya. |
| Thank ya very much |