| It was a long, long road
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| It was a big deep hole
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| And then the axle broke
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| I barely had time to work up a sweat
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| When my poor Corvette went up in smoke
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| I was glued to the seat, I was dying of the heat
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| Then the water jug spilled
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| Right onto the desert sand
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| I got down on my hands and knees
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| And said «Do what you will»
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| There was a voice from the dunes
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| In the noonday sun
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| She handed me a pamphlet
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| Said «Make sure you read it»
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| And started back the way she had come
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| It said — welcome to Acousticville
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| Welcome to the place where time stands still
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| You can drink your blues neat or on ice
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| You can pay your dues any way you like
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| Welcome to Acousticville
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| It was a big mirage
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| Or maybe her garage
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| Just looked like a Motel Six
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| She checked me in over there
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| Wearing nothing but her hair
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| And a couple of candlesticks
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| She had long, long teeth
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| It was a huge relief that my door had a chain
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| It was an ordinary bed
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| It had a sign that said «You can steal this stain»
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| Not an outlet in sight, not a lamp, not a light
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| And it was coming on night
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| I was sleeping on the floor
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| When she slithered through the door
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| And whispered «Baby did you lose your appetite»
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| She said — welcome to Acousticville
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| Welcome to the place where time stands still
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| Ain’t no bass, ain’t no drums
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| Ain’t no waste, just two opposable thumbs
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| Welcome to Acousticville
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| Gary Davis, Sippie Wallace, Furry Lewis
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| Muddy Waters they were laying by the pool
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| Robert Johnson, Libba Cotton, Willie Dixon
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| Charlie Christian and his children, too
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| In between the lotion and chlorine
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| Jimi Hendrix played a Martin D-18
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| And we all joined in as he began to scream
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| «Welcome to Acousticville»
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| I had a real good time
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| Good food, good wine
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| I got my appetite back
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| But whenever I told her I wanted to leave
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| She’d get so mean
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| She’d peel the paint off a Cadillac
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| «Wait a minute!"I said
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| «I don’t recall being dead
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| «Though I am white as a ghost»
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| She looked me right in the eye
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| Said «You think you’re alive
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| «But baby, God only knows»
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| And that’s the thing I love about the blues
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| You can’t predict who it is gonna choose
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| But it’s an honor that you really can’t refuse
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| Welcome to Acousticville
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| Welcome to Acousticville
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| Welcome to Acousticville… |