| Yeah now, Gertrude
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| Was just a one-eyed gal
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| Workin' down in New Orleans
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| Gertrude, she’s a regular pal
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| One of them Cajun Queens
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| Soft hearted hooker in a two bit dive
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| A regular Saint Sadie — got just one eye
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| Got a set of arms like a lumberjack
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| But Gertrude’s got a heart of gold dust
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| Now Gertrude was always on the streets
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| Hustling up a dime or two
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| Gertrude was nice and sweet
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| 'Specially when she’s trickin' you
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| She could take you to the back
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| And in a minute flat
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| She’d be back drinkin' whiskey
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| From a water glass
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| Laughing like a sailor on a three-day pass
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| Gertrude was a swingin' bar fly
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| Yeah I met her when I was runnin' about
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| And nobody seemed to care for me
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| She took me to her side
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| And explained the facts of life to me
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| She told me 'bout the world and all it’s misery
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| She taught me how to laugh and be a friend indeed
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| And let the sanctimonious crowds go their way
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| Gertrude had a way with alright
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| Alright now
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| Yeah she took me to the room that night
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| And made me feel a man again
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| We laughed and talked and drank and sang |
| Then the beautiful night came to an end
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| I fell asleep in a broken down chair
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| And when I woke there was nobody there
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| She rolled me
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| But she told me in a note she left
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| «You gotta keep makin' it, my friend»
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| So somewhere down in New Orleans
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| Where the wine and the laughs are friends
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| I bet there’s a one-eyed beauty there
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| Just trippin' and pickin' up men
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| For wherever there are souls who are hung in distress
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| There’s bound to be a whore for your SOS
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| Thank God for women, no matter where it’s at
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| And Gertrude is setting all kinds of records
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| I love her so much |