| Told my baby get my staving chain
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| Showed all the good people
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| I’d found my CC Rider
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| She got a pelt, and a conjure bag
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| A bible, and a root sack
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| She’s got what it takes
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| But we’re always riding the blinds every time
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| Yeah we’re always riding the blinds, every time
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| She’s my biscuit, well I’m the biscuit roller
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| I don’t ever have to dust my broom,
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| Cause she’s a honey dripper
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| Her root work is to get her salty dog
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| Where he just can’t love no other
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| She’ll put you on the killing floor
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| And we’re always riding the blinds every time
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| We’re always riding the blinds, every time
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| We are between those railway cars
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| And we’ll drift away into heaven’s stars
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| They’re never far
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| She’s my biscuit, I’m the biscuit roller
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| I don’t ever have to dust my broom,
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| Cause she’s a honey dripper
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| And we’re always riding the blinds, every time
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| We’re always riding the blinds, every time |