| Sweet little baby, she’s my hot dog bun
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| Come along with me just about a barrel of fun
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| Gonna brush myself once, right across the hair
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| Like Old Mother Hubbard, all of my cupboards been bare
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| Come on see my door’s always open
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| Even take a bus if your car is broken
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| Come along, come along
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| I was once a beggar, now I got my choose
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| Came with a rock and roll band and a new pair of shoes
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| I slapped myself once right across the face
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| Pulled up anchor, hitched a ride out of this place
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| Time to leave, my train’s in the station
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| Gonna find me under sedation
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| Come along, come along
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| It’s not easy crossing the boundary trail
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| So I’ll grab you right by the tail
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| Sweet little baby, let the cat out of the bag
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| Made a score right at the tally wag
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| Drag myself from state to state
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| Oh I’m fresh out of bait
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| So come along…
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| So come along
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| Come along not fooling
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| Come along mouth’s drooling
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| Come along try my patience
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| Come along train in the station
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| Come along no hesitation
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| Come along under sedation
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| Come along…
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| Drag myself from state to state
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| Oh baby I’m fresh out of patience
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| Deep down you’re all I can handle
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| You set fire to my candle
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| That tape I’m gonna mail ya Oh let me tell ya I got a launch of babe
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| Sweet and fancy got to launch off babe
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| Ants in my pants got to launch off babe
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| So let me tell again, set my heart beating
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| Baby got me feeling, put rocks to the reeling
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| Gonna leave you baby
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| Right now gonna leave you baby
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| Like mama done told ya Stetson’s not gonna move ya When we walk right through ya That tape, I’m not gonna mail ya Oh baby,
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| We got to move! |