| The driving rain hit five o’clock in the morning
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| The streets were clear the storm
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| Came in without warning
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| She’s on a ship of amber on the black water
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| She’s coming home she’s going to get
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| What she’s after now
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| Swing down low
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| Swing down low
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| Light a candle for the whore of New Orleans
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| Rising high to touch the souls long departed
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| On resolution now the end’s finally started
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| We’d better hurry don’t impale me with worry now
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| Oh, oh
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| I dreamt I met the Pharisees
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| In a wooden house on broken beams
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| On a mudslide down a hill
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| Holding on to broken will
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| They tied my Lord to the whipping post
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| Please don’t take him away
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| They tied my Lord to the whipping post
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| Please don’t take him away
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| Don’t take him away, don’t take him away
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| Don’t take him away, don’t take him away
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| He got no place to go, he got no place to go
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| He got no place to go, he got no place to go
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| I lost my home in the wicked flood
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| Please don’t send me away
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| I lost my home in the wicked flood
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| Please don’t send me away
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| Don’t send me away, don’t send me away
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| Don’t send me away, don’t send me away
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| I’ve got no place to go, I’ve got no place to go
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| I’ve got no place to go, he got no place to go
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| I’ve got no place to go, I’ve got no place to go
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| I’ve got no place to go, he got no place to go
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| No no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Whore Of New Orleans , by - Masters Of Reality. Song from the album Pine/Cross Dover, in the genre Иностранный рок