| Turning tricks on Sunset
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| Twenty bucks a pop
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| Some out of town ol' businessman or an undercover cop
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| I’m living with the virus flowing way down in my veins
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| Oh oh, I wish it would rain
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| I know you’ve heard my story
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| Or seen me on the street
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| Just another cracker gigolo
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| Dressed up like trick or treat
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| Now you may want to judge me
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| Or treat me with disdain
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| Oh oh, I wish it would rain
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| Memphis, Texas, Houston, Tennessee
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| Man I’m just so turned around
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| I don’t know where I want to be
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| This California desert is driving me insane
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| Oh, I wish it would rain
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| So I’ve squandered my resistance
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| Taking any kind of drug
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| Oh I’d smoke or shoot or eat it, I’d drink it from a jug
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| And I offer no excuses for your sympathies to gain
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| Oh oh, I wish it would rain
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| Everybody knows me as the kid
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| I’ve made it seven years and still I don’t know how I did
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| I come from a long line of live and love in vain
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| Oh, I wish it would rain
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| Well I’ve prayed to Mother Mary
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| I’ve even seen a priest
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| When the angels come to get me
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| I know I’ll be released
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| I’ll leave this mean ol' desert bound for Memphis on that train
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| Oh oh, I wish it would rain
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| Oh oh, I wish it would rain |