| I like your careless grace
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| Your sideways talking, too
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| Let me tell you straight
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| There’s a whole lot I like about you
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| Your hazel mocking eyes
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| The broken tales you tell
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| I haven’t known you long
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| But I’d really like to know you well
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you put the brake on me
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you left the ache in me
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| Now would anybody mind
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| If we just slipped away
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| You know, I live close by
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| If you want to come and see my place
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| I got some Coopers Ale
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| Last night’s chilli beans
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| Got some records, too
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| From way down in New Orleans
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you put the brake on me
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you left the ache in me
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| Maybe you got somewhere
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| You’re supposed to be
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| Maybe you got someone
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| With a claim on your company
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| Let the four winds blow
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| Let it rain and hail
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| Tonight if you pay the price
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| There’s a steady rocking man for sale
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you put the brake on me
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| Sure would be a crying shame
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| If you left the ache in me
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| I got a long neck bottle
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| I got the ways and means
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| I got the music, too
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| Let’s dance like they do in New Orleans |