| Well, the clouds didn’t look like cotton
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| They didn’t even look like clouds
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| I was underneath the weather
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| And all my friends looked a crowd
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| The swimmin' hole was full of rum
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| I tried to find out why
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| Well, all I learned was this my friend
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| You got to swim before you fly
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| I got two girls
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| Ones in heaven and ones below
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| Oh, one I love with all my heart
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| And one I do not know
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| Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse
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| Passed by not long ago
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| They asked me where the action was
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| I said I did not know
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| As they disappeared into the brush
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| I heard the driver say
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| He’s a little slow between the ears
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| He’s always been that way
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| Well, Jolly Jane just lays around
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| And listens with her mouth
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| She’s had about a dozen husbands
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| But the last one just pulled out
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| Now, who’s gonna bring her dinner
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| Through the weary years ahead
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| All she’ll get from me is sympathy
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| Ain’t got time to see she’s fed
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| It’s cold down on the bayou
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| They say it’s in your mind
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| But the moccasins are treadin' ice
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| And leavin' strange designs
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| Cajuns say the last time
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| That this happened they weren’t here
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| All Beaumonts full of penguins
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| And I’m a-playin it by ear |