| The ice cream man he’s a hillbilly fan
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| Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
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| Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet
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| To a rhythm that only he knows
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| And I’ve seen him in so many places
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| I saw him the night I was born
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| In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar
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| From an old man so tattered and torn
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| And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
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| Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
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| Strange situation, wild occupation
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| Livin' my life like a song
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| Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
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| Donuts are too hot to touch
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| Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
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| I eat 'til I eat way too much
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| 'Cause I’m livin' on things that excite me
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| Be they pastry or lobster or love
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| I’m just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
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| In a world full of pushin' and shove
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| And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
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| Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
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| Strange situation, wild occupation
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| Livin' my life like a song
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| Sweet senorita won’t you please come with me
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| Back to the island honey, back to the sea
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| Back to the only place that I want to be
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| And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
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| Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
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| Strange situation, wild occupation
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| Livin' my life like a song
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| Yes it’s a strange situation, a wild occupation
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| Livin' my life like a song |