| This town was built on muddy stilts
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| By the lunatic parade
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| Well It rains like Revelations
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| Gonna wash these freaks away
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| Some girls wanna hold your hand
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| And some girls like to pray
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| Well my girl takes her drinks
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| With dust and rusty razor blades
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| As I lie between these covers
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| I wanna tell her that I love it
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| When she chokes me in the
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| Backseat of her riverboat, cause
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| She’s my man
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| And we got all the balls we need
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| When you taste that pavement
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| You’re amazed
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| She smells your sympathy
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| So bye bye ladies
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| May the best queen hold the crown
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| For the most bush sold on the levee
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| My my, how word gets around
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| She strangles for a good time
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| And she kills my self-control
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| She’s my man, don’t be too sad sonny
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| Cause she’ll never be your woman no more
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| Someday soon, this dank lagoon’s
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| Gonna sink right into hell
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| They’ll hide you from Big Ida
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| At the Sho' Enough Hotel
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| The Ladies of the evening’s just
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| A tombstone in your bed
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| Well my girl eats a wounded preacher
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| 'tween two loaves of bread
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| I know she’s up to something
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| But how can I run when she’s just
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| Keel-hauled twenty-on to nothing
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| I’ll stay next to the steel coal oven cause
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| She’s my man
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| And we got all the balls we need
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| When you taste that pavement
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| You’re amazed
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| She smells your sympathy
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| So bye bye ladies
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| May the best queen hold the crown
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| For the most bush sold on the levee
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| My my, how word gets around
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| She strangles for a good time
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| And she kills my self-control
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| She’s my man, don’t be too sad sonny
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| Cause she’ll never be your woman no more
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| All you need’s just a fist of a tear-stained bunny
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| When the good ship comes to town
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| Who said loves a bitch’ll sit next to me honey
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| Because this old boat’s gonna run aground
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| Cause I don’t want to be the burden
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| Or your jealous bastard
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| I don’t wanna be the Tarzan of your next epic disaster
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| She’s my man
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| And we got all the balls we need
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| When you taste that pavement
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| You’re amazed
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| She smells your sympathy
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| So bye bye ladies
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| May the best queen hold the crown
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| For the most bush sold on the levee
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| My my, how word gets around
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| She strangles for a good time
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| And she kills my self-control
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| She’s my man, don’t be too sad sonny
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| Cause she’ll never be your woman no more
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| She’s my man, can’t you feel her comin'
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| She’s my man, she’s gonna keep you runnin'
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| She’s my man, she’s gonna teach you something
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| She’s me, she’s my man |