| I’ve gone through a lot for my freedom
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| Lost a life along the way
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| Left home everything I own
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| As I headed to join the charade
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| Got caught up with the wild and the madness
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| I may have gone too far I must confess
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| I must confess
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| Got my money hid away in the gas tank
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| Gotta keep it steady no joke no mistake
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| Yeah I’ll be telling you to hold on
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| Strapped in my four forty Hemmy burning
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| Long live Fat City
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| Got nothin to lose
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| White / blue
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| Down the avenue
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| You’re worth everything I know
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| Long live Fat City
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| Out blowing a fuse
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| Set This Town Alight
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| I found my way out the backstreet
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| Glad to be alive
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| A hundred more miles I’ll be long gone
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| No more fighting or scrapes to survive
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| Up ahead says rest for riders
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| Headlights maybe red lights beware
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| Look into my rear view mirror
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| They’re closer than they do appear
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| Another minute I’ll be Far away
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| Another second I’ll be shifting gears
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| I’ve paid a lot for my freedom
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| I never wondered why
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| My memory’s clear and reminds me daily
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| It was so close but I passed them by
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| There was a space by the policeman
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| Gun shots all around over my head
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| They’ll never arrest me man… yeah right
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| So I look into my rear view mirror
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| They’re closer than they will appear
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| Another minute I’ll be far away
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| Another second I’ll be shifting gears
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| Long Live Fat City New Orleans |