| «Giving to those who seek the love that waits inside
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| Each man feels kindness, for we are all as one»
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| Fasten your seat belt
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| Walkin' down the highway
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| My guitar in my hand
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| With seven fine ladies
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| All at my command
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| I know they want to hold me
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| 'Gainst the power of the sun
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| Oh yes, I know, oh yes, I know
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| But I just keep right on floating
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| You got no blues that I can see
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| 'Cause nothing can tame a tramp like me
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| Holdin' me down, won’t stick around
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| As l did before, come on open your door
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| You say that again, you have got a friend
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| You’re making a scene, oh I’m not obscene
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| Maybe I’m just a Texas boy in the noose, see
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| Oh shut up
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| Oh come on, kill me
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| Huh, you’re holding me down, l won’t stick around
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| You’ve heard it before, come on, I’II open the door
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| You’ve said it again, come on I’m your friend
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| You’re holding me down
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| Look out, this tramp is leaving town
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| Oh I got to tell you
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| Living out of a suitcase
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| Makes a man feel fat and sassy
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| Lazing in the sunshine
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| Baked a smile upon my face
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| I’m in no hurry
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| To leave this filthy place |
| But tomorrow l’Il be moving
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| Down the road to sing the blues
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| Yes, you know, oh yes, you know
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| Maybe someday I’lI stop drifting
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| Until then l’lI wait and see
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| 'Cause nothing has ever tamed a tramp like me
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| Holdin' me down
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| Well, I’m nobody’s clown
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| Tried it before, come on open your door
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| Said it again, l’ve been round the hand, holdin' me down
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| Hey Jack, I’m splitting this town
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| And I ain’t comin' home, oh yeah |