| Well, I’m hanging round the depot boys
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| Trying to get a job
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| I’m so sick and tired of being laid off
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| No silver lining, no rainbow’s end
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| Bills in my mail-box, that’s all they ever send
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| All they ever send
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| Well, I’m hanging round the corner, boys
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| Holding up the well
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| Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call
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| Running out of patience, running out of cool
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| Don’t turn on the radio, I don’t want to hear the news
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| Don’t want to hear the news
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| Yeah…
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| Well, you sure look good
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| Baby, sure look neat
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| Sure make sense from your head to your feet
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| You don’t want to know me now
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| But you’re gonna change your mind
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| I’m going to Fat City, gonna do things in style
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| Well, you sure look good
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| Baby, sure look neat
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| Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street
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| You don’t want to know me now
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| But you’re gonna change your mind
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| I’m going to Fat City, gonna do things in style
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| Yeahhh…
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| Well, my motor won’t run men
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| I’m sure it’s on the blink
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| Ain’t had no gasoline since God knows when
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| I’m waiting for that woman, ain’t she ever gonna show?
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| Don’t keep me waiting, I got some place else to go
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| Some place else to go
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| Well, I’m hanging round the depot, boys
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| Can’t get a job
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| I’m so sick and tired of being laid off
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| No silver lining, no rainbow’s end
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| Blues in my mail-box. |
| that’s all they ever send
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| All they ever send
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| All they ever send
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| Yeahhhhh… |