| I don’t know a soul in this city
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| I’m Kentucky born and bred
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| I’m just minding my business
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| Everywhere I go, there’s trouble up ahead
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| I’m just passing through this city
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| I’m headed for the Kentucky line
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| I’ve got some business with the daddy
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| Of a girl I left behind
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| And I don’t know a soul in this city
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| But the police seem to know me
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| I’m just hollow-eyed and hungry
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| They look at me suspiciously
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| I’m goin' to the town square in London
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| And find the man who sent me down the pike
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| Like a blind man‚ he won’t see me comin'
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| When I get done with him he’ll see the light
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| And I don’t know a soul in this city
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| But the police seem to know me
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| I’m just hollow-eyed and hungry
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| They look at me suspiciously
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| I don’t know a soul in this city
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| I’m a stranger passing through
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| I’m just minding my business
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| Don’t mess with me‚ I won’t mess with you
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| Don’t mess with me‚ I won’t mess with you
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| Everywhere I go
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| Everywhere I go
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| Trouble up ahead |