| A red sun came rolling down a grey sky
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| And the frogs and dogs and night birds then
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| Started up singing sweet country lullaby
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| You see that patch of city lights-
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| Somewhere in there’s cotton avenue-
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| That’s where i’m going to take myself tonight
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| With a spit shine on my dancing shoes
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| If you got a place like that to go
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| You just have to go there
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| If you got no place special
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| Well then, you just go no place special
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| I guess it’s just the summer in the young blood
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| Ripe and juicy in the young blood
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| Teasing to go down to …
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| Cotton avenue
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| To hear the shiny shiny music
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| See all the shiny people dancing to it
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| Anytime you go to …
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| Cotton avenue
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| If you got a place like that to go
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| You know you got to go there
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| If you got no place special
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| Well then, you just go no place special
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| You see that summer storm brewing in the southern sky
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| By the time it hits here i’ll be dancing high and dry
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| To rhythm and blues
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| On cotton avenue
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| Poor boys’ll be hanging around outside in the street
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| They got all the latest words
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| They’re dancing to the latest beat
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| While they’re hustling and sizing you
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| On cotton avenue
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| If you got a place like that to go
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| You just have to go there
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| If you’ve got no place special
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| Well my dear
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| You just so no place … special |