| James Taylor
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| Do believe I’m gonna clap my hands
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| Think I might tap my feet
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| Put together a one man band
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| Take a walk on down the street
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| Have a one man parade
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| Nobody needs to know
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| 'Cause I’m right good of holding on to secrets
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| And don’t believe they show
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| All I want is a little dog
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| To be walking at my right hand
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| Taking a breeze just as free as you please
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| Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans
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| Talking bout a one dog, y’all
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| Nobody’s friend but mine
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| Hey now, you can say he’s looking kind of funky
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| But I do believe it suits me just fine
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| We were off road again
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| A was wondering what to do Ah, but Honalei,
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| It was pouring down rain
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| Baby she had the low down blues
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| Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane
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| Tying on my highway shoes
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| Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y’all
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| Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
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| I’m right good at holding on, holding on, holding on Honalei, it’s raining
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| Honalei, (sure 'nuf) it’s raining (listen here)
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| Honalei (it's rainin')
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| Honalei (muddy waters)
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| Talking 'bout a one man parade, y’all
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| Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
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| I’m right good at holding on, holding on, holding on La, la, la |