| Thirteen days on a gig down south
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| We’ve got enough dope to keep us all happy
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| We’ve got two girls dancing the pick of the crowd
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| Sound man to mix us, make us sound loud
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| Sometimes we make money, sometimes we don’t know
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| Thirteen days with life to go Birmingham and Mobile not to Baton Rouge
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| Smoking cigarettes and reefer, drinking coffee and booze
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| See the sun come up in Georgia, go down in New Orleans
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| Never get to know a woman, except to get in her jeans
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| Sometimes we make money, sometimes we don’t know
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| Thirteen days with life to go Migrant Worker is the name of this band
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| When we come to your town, come see us if you can
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| Well, we been to California, we been to New York
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| Some think we’re good, others they don’t
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| Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don’t know
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| Thirteen days with life to go |