| As I was walking down the street last night
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| A pretty little girl came into sight
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| I bowed and smiled and asked her name
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| She said, «Hold it bud, I don’t play that game»
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| I reached in my pocket, and to her big surprise
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| There was Lincoln staring her dead in the eye
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| On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
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| Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
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| She looked at me with that familiar desire
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| Eyes lit up like they were on fire
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| She said, «My name’s Flo, and you’re on the right track
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| But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back
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| So if you want to have fun in this man’s land
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| Let Lincoln and Jackson start shaking hands»
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| I didn’t know what I was getting into
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| But I popped Lincoln and Jackson, too
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| I didn’t mind seeing them fade out of sight
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| I just knew I’d have some fun last night
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| Whenever you in town and looking for a thrill
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| If Lincoln can’t get it, Jackson sure will
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| We went to a nightspot where the lights were low
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| Dined and danced and I was ready to go
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| I got out of my seat and when Flo arose
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| She said, «Hold on daddy, while I powder my nose»
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| I sat back down with a smiling face
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| While she went down to the powder place
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| The music stopped and the lights came on
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| I looked around and saw I was all alone
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| I didn’t know how long Flo had been gone
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| But a nose powder sure didn’t take that long
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| I left the place with tears in my eyes
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| As I waved Lincoln and Jackson a last goodbye |