| Standing on the corner
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| I’m proud I whistle free
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| Change is in my pocket, feel good times
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| Laughing with amusement
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| As the sun is on my back
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| I hear that train that’s coming down the tracks
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| I'm waiting for the woman
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| That knows just what to do
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| And cure me of an aching, ruptured back
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| Shes the one that rode the mule
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| And back from San Antonio
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| And placed the dying man upon the rack
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| She asked if I was he who needed all the help
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| I just nodded and politely turned away
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| No need to be embarrassed
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| Said the woman from the train
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| I know lots of men who’d run and turn away
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| Now you need my help and I will give it
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| Yes you need my help and I will show it
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| She laid me on a bed
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| And she chanted all the names
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| Of the gods she knew from way back long ago
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| I put my head down easy
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| And sniggered to myself
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| And asked her if she knew the one called God
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| I don’t recognize the name
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| But I guess it’s worth a try
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| There’s nothing that these gods cannot do
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| Some call me Heathen Mother
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| Some call me Nicky Jane
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| Some even call me devil that is pure
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| And I always get the job done
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| With my heathen hands, I heal
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| Always get the job done
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| With my healing hands, I feel
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| I stumbled from the bed
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| And felt my back at ease
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| And counted all the pennies that I had
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| She said I don’t want your pennies
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| It’s your soul that I just need
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| And give it to the man that’s on the rack
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| Always get the job done
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| With my heathen hands, I heal
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| 'cos I always get the job done
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| With my healing hands, I feel
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| Now you need my help and I will give it
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| Now you need my help and I will show it |