| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| Sugarman hasn’t got a care
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| He’s been travelling everywhere
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| Been on a voyage, across an ocean
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| Heard the sweet sound, of wheels in motion
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| He’s seen the hawk fly high to hail the setting sun
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| Sugarman hasn’t got a care
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| He’s been travelling everywhere
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| He’s seen the people, in the city
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| And the bright lights, they’re awful pretty
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| He’s followed dusty tracks into eternity
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| Eatin' sugar cane in Cuba
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| Tried to grow it in Japan
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| On the West Coast he’s real famous
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| Kids all call him Sugarman
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| Sugarman hasn’t got a care
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| He’s been travelling everywhere
|
| Been on a voyage, across an ocean
|
| Heard the sweet sound, of wheels in motion
|
| He’s seen the hawk fly high to hail the setting sun
|
| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| My friend Jack eats sugar lumps
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| Sugarman hasn’t got a care
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| He’s been travelling everywhere |