| Said goodbye to Miss Jenny, sleeping on a subway grate
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| Say goodbye to all the ladies, waiting for the tricks to show
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| Got a hundred dollars, more than I need to score
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| Got a hundred dollars, just enough to get me home
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| Yeah I’m going back home, to the cotton fields
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| To the almond groves, to the old homestead
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| See my Ma and Pa, my big brother Jack
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| He went to Kandahar, but he never come back
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| Came from Maricopa, had no family left
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| Worked at Port of Oakland, fell in with the narco set
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| Ended up a junkie, living in my brother’s car
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| Don’t shed a tear for me, home ain’t so far
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| No he never come back
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| International boulevard, ladies don’t you weep and moan
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| I’ve gone to a better place off the dirty streets
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| Mr Patel, won’t you send my ashes home?
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| Spread 'em in the old family almond grove
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| Gonna see him now. |