| Boy, hand me down my walking cane
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| Boy, hand me down my walking cane
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| Hand me down my walking cane
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| I’m gonna take me a stroll down memory lane
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| Many a girl, I changed to love and woo
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| Many a girl, I changed to love and woo
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| Many a girl, I changed to love and woo
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| But a lot of woman quite like my Lana Lou
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| She had eyes that shine like stars above
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| I said, she had eyes, shine like stars above
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| She had eyes that shine like stars above
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| And a face as sweet as a mothers love
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| Ah, then I caught your hand, hand me down my walking cane
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| I want you to hand me down my walking cane
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| Oh, hand me down my walking cane
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| I’m gonna take me a stroll down memory lane |