| Well my eyelids said four-thirty
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| And the radio clock said six
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| And I was thinking up a reasonable excuse
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| I might have slept til yesterday
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| But in the shape I’m in
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| What’s twenty-four hours more or less to lose
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| I’ve burned up letters and I’ve burned up souvenirs
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| And left no traces Lord that I was ever here
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| And I won’t be Louisiana lowdown and blue
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| Yeah, the phone rings after breakfast
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| I swallow hard when I hear
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| «Guess who?» |
| and I say, «I don’t know!» |
| and the caller hangs up
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| I think I need a shower
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| But I really want a beer
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| And I remember this dream I had and I laugh to myself
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| BRIDGE:
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| I saw a stranger smiling at me yesterday
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| And it scared me almost half to death
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| I wanted to hide I wanted to run away from her
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| Instead I closed my eyes and she wasn’t there
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| Oh, I was somewhere in the French Quarter
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| In the winter of last year
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| Down in the square, dripped chili on myself
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| When I headed home I heard the sounds
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| Of heaven in my ears
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| Turned and saw a woman singin' about Jesus |