| There’s a crooked street in Houston town,
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| It’s a well born path I’ve traveled down
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| Now there’s ruin in my name, I wish I never got off the train,
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| I wished I’d listened to the words you said.
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| You’ll be lost and never found
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| You can never turn around
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Once I held you in my arms, I was sure
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| But I took that silent stare through the guilded door
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| The desire to have much more, all the glitter and the roar,
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| I know this is where the sidewalk ends.
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| You’ll be lost and never found
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| You can never turn around
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| When I was young I thought only of getting out
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| I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house
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| Give a man gin, give a man cards, give an inch he takes a yard,
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| And I rue the day that I stepped off this train.
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street
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| You’ll be lost and never found
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| You can never turn around
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| Don’t go down to Fannin Street. |