| Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut
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| And they called me a man 'cause I couldn’t
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| Keep my big, big mouth shut
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| So what’s the sense of me sitting here leaving
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| When any ole day I might be even
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| And Lord knows that New York City’s got
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| A lot to do with it
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| I wish someday I could find the way
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| To get it out of my grain
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| This dirty old town’s gonna sink right down
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| And I don’t want to go with it
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| Well I wish there was a way that
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| I knew to get even
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| A way to get a lick in
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| A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'
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| Any ole thing besides goin' and a’leavin'
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| You can do on a train
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| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
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| The world twice
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| He would have made it three but he took
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| A lot of bad advice
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| So you just tell me what’s the sense of me
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| Sittin' here leavin'
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| When any ole day I might get even
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| And Lord knows New York City’s got
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| Alot to do with it
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| I wish someday I could find a way to get it out
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| Of my brain
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| This dirty old town’s gonna sink right down
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| And I don’t want to go with it
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| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
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| Way to get a lick in
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| A 'bobbin' and a’weavin'
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| Any ole thing besides goin' and a’leavin'
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| You can do on a train
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| Oh, yes!
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| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
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| The world twice
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| But his motor cooled down and now he’s
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| Deliverin' ice
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| Tell me what’s the sense of him
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| Sittin' here leavin'
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| When any ole day he might get even
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| And Lord knows New York City’s got
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| A lot to do with it
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| I wish someday he could find a way to get it out
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| Of his brain
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| This dirty old town’s gonna sink right down
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| And I don’t want to go with it
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| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
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| Way to get a lick in
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| A 'bobbin and a’weavin'
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| And all the things besides goin' and a’leavin'
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| You can do on a train
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| Oh, yeah |