| Never met a man I didn’t like
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| High fallutin' chap or bowery bum
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| Yes, I’ve come a long way
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| Down the pike
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| Never met a man I didn’t like
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| Never shook a hand I didn’t like
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| Royal Prince of Wales or working Joe
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| Though I know life’s one long rocky hike
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| Never met a man I didn’t like
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| In all of my wonderin'
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| I’ve bumped into all kinds of people
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| Fancy cinema stars, false evangelist
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| Politicians, morgutitions
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| And I have reached the conclusion
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| While hiking the pike
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| Though I try and I try
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| Never once met a guy that I didn’t like
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| I said I roam along a Napa Valley
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| Shubert Alley, Ru de la Paix
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| Oklahoma, Kalamazoo, oh oh oh
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| And I have reached the conclusion
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| While hiking the pike
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| Yes I’ll say when I’m done
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| No I never met one that I didn’t like
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| Met the worst and met the best
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| Somebody put me into the test
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| Almost made me change my mind
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| Yet somehow I always find
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| If you don’t expect too much
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| There’s a certain human touch
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| Homosapiens have got other animals have not
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| Try the shoes on that are his
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| Feel what makes him what he is
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| What’s it like inside his skin
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| Living in the skin he’s in
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| Just like me a lump of sod
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| There what for the grace of God
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| That is a philosphy of this part-time Cherokee
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| Present into king or Pat and Mike
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| Folks can last but I can give up hope
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| Spun my rope along way down the pike
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| Never met a man I didn’t like
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| High tone gent, bowery bum
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| Prince of Wales, working Joe
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| Pat and Mike
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| Cherokee, philosphy
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| I never met a man I didn’t like |