| Lowdown lived down in Memphis town
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| Walking them streets, up and down
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| Lowdown he had a place downtown
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| Where women would come from miles around
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| And say «Lowdown won’t you dance for awhile»
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| They’d shake their cans all the while
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| Lowdown they called him sweetie pie
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| They called him naughty guy
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| They called him all the time
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| I’m never gonna see my home again
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| Lowdown he liked to dress up fine
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| He wore his suit and tie
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| All the time
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| Lowdown liked his shoes shined right
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| Every night when he’d get tight
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| Lowdown he woke up at noon
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| Walked off the swoon
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| And hit the saloon
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| I’m never gonna see my home again
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| Lowdown had him an Oldsmobile
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| Had the big mag wheels
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| Had a bad main seal
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| Lowdown he was a gamblin man
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| His cards in his right hand
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| And his gun in his lap
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| Lowdown took his friends' money away
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| He took that eighty-eight
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| He took the King’s Highway
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| I’m never gonna see my home again
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| Lowdown they found his body now
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| Far from Memphis town
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| He was dead on the ground
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| Lowdown had no family
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| Had no used-to-be
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| Had no babies three
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| Lowdown had no old time hack
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| Had no Cadillac
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| Lowdown they buried his body now
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| Down in Memphis town
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| But there was no one around to say
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| I’m never gonna see my home again |