| Smokin' a Viceroy Filter King
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| was the greatest of men that God’s ever seen
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| Well I got kind of thirsty
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| I stepped into the bar
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| The bar down on 4th and Broadway
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| There goes sweet Nonny
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| Don’t let her get to far
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| Well, lord help me Jesus
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| Send Nonny my Way
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| Smokin' a Viceroy Filter King
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| was the greatest of men that God’s ever seen
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| I sat next by an old man
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| And he talked, and he cried
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| About the things he had done in his youth
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| I said, «You got me going, Sir»
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| «You're telling me a lie!»
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| He said, «I swear on my sweet mother’s bones,
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| It’s the truth.»
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| He was smokin' a Viceroy Filter King
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| was the greatest of men that God’s ever seen
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| And he said, «I ain’t a Catholic, I ain’t Protestant,
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| I ain’t a Jew…»
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| «Butcha know, sweet Jesus hedied for me sins and he’ll die for your’s too.»
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| He was smokin' a Viceroy Filter King
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| Yeah, the greatest of men that God’s ever seen
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| He was smokin' a Viceroy Filter King
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| Yeah, the greatest of men that God’s ever seen. |