| I went down to Nashville
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| Rode that L&N
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| I’d seen that pretty gal standin' there
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| Dropped/brought my tongue down to my chin
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| Cause she’s so fine
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| I was right on time
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| She took me down to 2nd street
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| She said «I'll be right back»
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| I waited there for seven weeks
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| Then got back on the track
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| And now we’re through
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| And I’m so blue
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| Oh no, the trouble that I’m in
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| Good times are over I got whiskers on my chin
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| And there’s a long lonely road, boys
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| I’ll be travellin'
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| So long, tell my troubles to the wind
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| Way down south in Louisville
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| They showed me to the door
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| They hadn’t seen a railroad bum
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| Since 1924
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| Its a rich folk’s town
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| They don’t need me 'round
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| The police came and got me
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| They took/dropped me way downtown
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| Guilty for this vagrancy
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| And now I’m prison bound
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| Up on the hill
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| In Louisville
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| Oh no, the trouble…
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| If you’re ever in Birmingham
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| You know where I’ll be found
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| Standin' in line at the CCC
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| Signin' my name down
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| On the dotted line
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| Puttin' in my dime
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| So put away your whiskey boys
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| Throw down your gamblin' cards
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| Quit sellin' that corn liquor boys
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| And sleepin' in freight yards
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| In every town
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| They’ll run you down
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| Oh no the trouble that I’m in… |