| Oh how they cry when the big man die
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| They spill buckets out their eyes
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| Plain white faces and plain grey stone
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| He took that white cocaine up his nose
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| Sing for that big man, baby
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| Down by the river and the railroad tracks
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| Baby ain’t happy that he’s gone
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| That won’t bring him back to life now
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| When he went down there was a trembling roar
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| And they came far and wide to the funeral
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| Well the people showed up they were broken-willed
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| The drank all day and they popped pills
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| Sing for that big man, baby
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| Down by the river and the railroad tracks
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| Baby ain’t happy that he’s gone
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| That won’t bring him back to life now
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| Bones buried young
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| Bones buried deep
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| Bones I won’t shake now lay to sleep
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| And he looks down
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| Or he looks up
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| He was a good man
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| That was enough
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| Sing for that big man, baby
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| Down by the river and the railroad tracks
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| Baby ain’t happy that he’s gone
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| That won’t bring him back to life now |