| Well I’m off to Indiana
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| Like a 50's cycle driver hound
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| Drop me at the station
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| Maybe you’ll have to put your burden down
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| Rock down low you bad town sinners
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| Rock down low till you shake the floor
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| Rock down low you bad town sinners
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| Till you can’t rock and roll no more
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| Everybody’s boppin'
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| Till there’s nothin' left upon your ears
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| Keep a-rockin' till your legs are achin'
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| Like a tractor wheel
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| Rock down low you bad town sinners
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| Rock down low till you shake the floor
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| Rock down low you cold house grinners
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| Till you can’t rock and roll no more
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| Jeanie asked for help
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| And so you find yourself in touch again
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| Soon be on your knees
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| And try to squeeze you back to Vietnam
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| Rock down low you bad town sinners
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| Rock down low till you shake the floor
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| Rock down low you cold house grinners
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| Till you can’t rock and roll no more
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| Rock down low till you shake the floor
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| Rock down low you bad town sinners
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| Till you can’t rock and roll no more
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| Rock down low
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| Till you can’t rock and roll again
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| No more
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| Rock down low |