| I’ve done a lot of travellin', seen a lot of pretty faces.
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| I’ve sung my way out blues songs in extraordinary places.
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| I come from 17th Street and that’s on the other side of town,
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| an' if you see me wit' my brothers
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| don’cha dare go no further
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| you know we gonna get down, down, down.
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| Some people think I’m crazy, they say gil,
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| «it mus' be in yo' mind."They tell me
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| «there jus' ain' no sane reazon the way
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| yawl get down ev’ry time.»
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| (I trytatellemthat):
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| «I come from 17th Street an'
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| that’s where the brothers don' mess around»
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| and if you lookin' for the music
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| an' we find out you can use it
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| you know we gonna get down, down, down.
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| If you lookin' for excitement you may need
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| only look next door
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| because the brothers from 17th Street
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| they don’t all live there anymore.
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| Some done moved to Harlem an'
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| Some moved way uptown, but if you
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| thinkin' bout the Spirit
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| an' you want to get near it
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| c’mon, c’mon an' get down, down, down. |