| Aright, I’d like to dedicate this song to Mr. Gerard Cosloy
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| Lead singer of the rock group Envelope
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| Walking down Avenue B
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| Crazy
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| Man, how he
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| Think about a sound
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| Way back
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| Blues
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| Well, Ida Red
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| You got the taste
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| Explosion man
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| He got the flavor
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| No history
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| Don’t got to know
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| Well, Ida Red
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| It takes you there
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| You got to know
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| I tell you the blues
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| It start the feeling
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| You got the flavor
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| Well, Ida Red, it tastes like this
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| I don’t got the tongue
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| Nobody do
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| Well, Ida Red
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| Woman of love
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| The girls will tell ya
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| I get down, babe
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| You can’t be cooler
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| No rock ‘n' roller
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| Well, Ida Red, she got the flavor
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| A long time ago
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| There was a king
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| Jumped over the wall
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| In Africa
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| I came on home
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| I play it interstate
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| My baby crazy
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| She got the taste
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| Sinful
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| It tastes of this
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| It tastes of that
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| It tastes of this
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| Like that
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| Damn
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| Damn
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| Punk ass mother humper
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| Everybody scared
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| Oh, hey
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| People are crazy
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| Try something new
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| Way back
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| Yeah
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| Way back
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| Way back
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| Way back
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| Russell
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| Russell Simins
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| Judah
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| Mr Judah Bauer
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| Jon
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| The number one blues singer in the country
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| Blues Explosion!
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| Yeah, that’s right, we’re number one
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| Number one in Philadelphia
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| Number one in D. C
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| Number one in Chicago
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| Number one in Detroit
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| Number one in Austin
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| Huston, Dallas, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, Portland, Vancouver
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| We’re number one in New York City, Kansas City, Oklahoma City, Cincinnati,
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| Jackson Mississippi
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| I said the blues is number one
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| The blues is number one
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| Soul!
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| Feel so good about a piece of trash
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| Prefer it to drugs
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| Drink it from my glass
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| The worms are hungry
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| Looking for my guitar
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| White lightning
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| No fruit jar
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| I get juiced
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| From Africa to Spain
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| Ghetto blastin' the diamond lane
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| Fix my strings in the sycamore shade
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| Dig my grave with the silver spade
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| Makin' a list, I’m takin' requests
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| Flip 'em the blues outta your vest
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| Strictnine, hit 'em with the thud
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| Strip-mine goes the flood
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| When you dig up the past
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| The bones is just toys
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| Beat your fists through the static and the noise
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| ‘Cause I got the blues
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| And I can’t be satisfied
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| Get the blues
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| Gonna catch that train and ride
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| Yeah
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| Got it
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| That good?
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| Got it
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| All right
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| You want me to do one more?
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| You got the flavor
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| You want me to do one more?
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor
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| You got the flavor |