| Crash on the levee, mama
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| Water’s gonna overflow
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| Swamp’s gonna rise
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| No boat’s gonna row
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| Now, you can train on down
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| To Williams Point
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| You can bust your feet
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| You can rock this joint
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| But oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
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| You’re gonna have to find yourself
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| Another best friend, somehow
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| Now, don’t you try an' move me
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| You’re just gonna lose
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| There’s a crash on the levee
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| And, mama, you’ve been refused
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| Well, it’s sugar for sugar
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| And salt for salt
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| If you go down in the flood
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| It’s gonna be your own fault
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| Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
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| You’re gonna have to find yourself
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| Another best friend, somehow
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| Well, that high tide’s risin'
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| Mama, don’t you let me down
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| Pack up your suitcase
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| Mama, don’t you make a sound
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| Now, it’s king for king
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| Queen for queen
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| It’s gonna be the meanest flood
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| That anybody’s seen
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| Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
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| Yes, you’re gonna have to find yourself
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| Another best friend, somehow |