| Moonlight dancer
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| High romancin'
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| Down on Catherine Street
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| Lover’s cramps and
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| Household tramps
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| Down on dirty Catherine Street
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| Me and my woman just bustin' our heads
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| Down on old Taneray Road, yeah
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| The needle works the railroad tracks
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| I guess ya know how local stories all go
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| Yeah, but listen a minute
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| But if ya find your mind lies broke down in the stores
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| And if your dreams become the refuge of your soul
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| Don’t ask the dealer to be fair
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| Your soul ain’t good enough to spare
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| When you’re all the way down
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| On Catherine Street
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| The days are passing vaguely
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| Down on Catherine Street
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| A few of them
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| The normal hours
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| Of any normal street
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| My head changed hands so
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| Lord, so many times
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| I could not feel to speak
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| And when I finally
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| Get to talking, well
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| Then my knees start gettin' weak
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| But if ya find your mind lies broke down in the stores
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| And if your dreams become the refuge of your soul
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| Don’t ask the dealer to be fair
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| Your soul ain’t good enough to spare
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| When you’re all the way down
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| On Catherine Street
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| You know they keep the dogs
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| All chained up
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| Down on Catherine Street
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| Sometimes it’s hard to find any
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| Place to hide
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| From the goddamned heat
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| Besides, most of us are just
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| Biding our time
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| 'Till we get back on our feet
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| Oh mama
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| I’ll be back on my feet one of these days
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| Yeah
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| You just see if I don’t
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| Ya know
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| Ya can’t keep a good man down for too long
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| And I’m coming on up
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| I feel good
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| Lord I feel good
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| Oh my God!
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| So far down
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| So far down
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| So far down |