| I school 'em every chance I get
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| If they don’t like it they’re all wet
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| I’m a soft-eyed lover, swing time drummer
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| To rhythm I was born and bred
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| I’ve followed where it’s led
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| I’ve wallowed and I’ve bled but
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| All it’s given is one room livin' and
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| Sufferin' appalling debt
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| As the years go by Yeah, my insight flowers
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| When that nightclub saxophone
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| Cuts a thousand years of cigar sour
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| Play it, play it again, Sam
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| I want American music
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| I need American music
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| I love American music
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| Nasty rockin' on an Ozark porch
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| My savior rattlin' in a Baptist church
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| Field hand hollers, slave ship collars
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| I’m carrying my brother’s torch
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| When the lights go down
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| And my scales stop showin'
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| I’ll smash my fingers down
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| On the only truth that’s still worth knowin'
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| Play it, play it again, Sam
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| I want American music
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| I need American music
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| I love American music
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| When the lights go down
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| And my scales stop showin'
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| I’ll smash my fingers down
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| On the only truth that’s still worth knowin'
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| Play it, play it again, Sam
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| I want American music
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| I need American music
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| I love American music |