| Poppa used to tell me as a little child
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| The only reason we’re here is to make ‘em smile
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| Your heart may break and your world may fall
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| But when you’re standin' up there, you’re standin' ten feet tall
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| So followin' in my father’s shoes
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| I learned to sing and dance and play the blues
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| I tell you now if you don’t understand
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| That I’m a livin' daughter of a Vaudeville man
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| The trains ran east and the roads ran west
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| And I knew every one of them
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| My face was dirty but my ribbons were pressed
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| They were crazy days, but to have ‘em back again
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| One ear glued to the radio
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| One hand practicing the piano
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| One foot tappin' out the dancin' time
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| One soul tryin' just to make a dime
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| And it’s hand to mouth and it’s mouth to hand
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| Said I’m a livin' daughter of a Vaudeville man
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| Said I’m a livin' daughter of a Vaudeville man
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| Said I’m a livin' daughter of a Vaudeville man |