| I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer
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| Been chipping up rocks for the great highway
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| I’ll live five years if I take my time
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| Balling that jack and drinking my wine
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| I been chipping them rocks from dawn till doom
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| While my rider hide my bottle in the other room
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| Doctor say better stop balling that jack
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| If I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will
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| Easy wind 'cross the bayou today
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| 'Cause there’s a whole lot of women, mama
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| Out in red on the streets today
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| And the river keeps a talking
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| But you never hear a word it says
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| Gotta find a woman be good to me
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| Won’t hide my liquor, try to serve me tea
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| 'Cause I’m a stone jack baller and my heart is true
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| And I’ll give everything that I got to you, yes I will
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| Easy wind going 'cross the bayou today
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| There’s a whole lot of women, mama
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| Out in red on the street today
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| And the river keeps a talking
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| But you never hear a word it says |