| Here today, tomorrow your gone
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| When the holy cow’s milking
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| And the greenbacks are rolling
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| You are the king and queen pin
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| But when the greenbacks turn brown
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| And you fall down.
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| Whatcha gonna do, Baby…
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| Come go with me,
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| Come take my hand,
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| I’m going home,
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| Come go with me.
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| Come take my hand,
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| I’m going home.
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| When the holy cow’s milking,
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| And the greenbacks are rolling,
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| You are the king and queen pin,
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| But when the greenbacks turn brown,
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| And you fall down.
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| Whatcha gonna do now, Baby…
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| You can’t change the night into day,
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| And you can’t take the milk,
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| From the milky way.
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| You can’t take the sun from the sky,
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| And you can’t put the light,
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| In Ray Charles eyes.
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| When the holy cow’s milking,
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| And the greenbacks are rolling,
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| You are the king and queen pin,
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| But when the greenbacks turn brown.
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| And you fall down…
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| Whatcha gonna do now, Baby…
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| Come go with me,
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| Come take my hand,
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| I’m going home…
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| You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know,
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| You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know,
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| You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know,
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| You don’t know, you don’t know…
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| Come go with me,
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| Come take my hand,
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| I’m going home…
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| I’m going home…
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| I’m going home…
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| I’m going home…
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| I’m going home…
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| I’m going…
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| Hooomee… |