| A light rain stopped fallin', on a sleepy southern town
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| A broken night commenced to flashing, above the place where it all went down
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| Dope, women, and gamblin', a fine selection of real cheap booze
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| They open for business at St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool
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| Old black man with a golden tooth, stood watching by the door
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| He like some sleepy-eyed gator, sunnin' his nose on the shore
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| Young man with a brand new stick, talking loud he nobody’s fool
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| Gonna' loose his money at St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool
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| Women of the street, tight dresses above their knees
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| Then got $ 50 fur pieces, acting classy as you please
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| Some one gonna' win real big, get drunk, and act like a fool
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| That’s why they working St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool
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| That’s just how it was at St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool
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| Running on the street, sure’s a hard way to go
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| There’s always somebody wiser than what you think you know
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| Do unto others, before they do it unto you
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| That’s the golden plated rule at St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool
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| That’s just how it was at St. Elmo’s Rooms and Pool |