| Well there’s a ruckus on the levee
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| Unruly crowd on the courthouse steps
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| And if I make it to Sunday
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| I’m sho’nuff going to ask the good lord for help
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| With a mouthful of salt, I tried to explain
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| If money was sand, I couldn’t hold one grain
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| Feel like a thief that knows he’s been framed
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| For leaving the watch but stealing the chain
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| Good morning captain
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| I wish there was another way
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| But my baby is wantin'
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| Me to roll around in her bed all day
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| Well the late night’s got me reeling
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| Spilling out the bottle right into the next day
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| Got a funny little feeling
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| Gonna be like this until my dying day
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| There’s mud in my eye but I can still see
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| Everybody in town is trying to murder me
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| If they don’t get me, s’pose the hangman will
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| I better think twice about making this deal
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| Good morning captain
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| I wish there was another way
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| But my baby is wantin'
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| Me to roll around in her bed all day
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| Magnolia, magnolia
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| Let me rest under the shade of your leaves
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| Good morning captain
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| I wish there was another way
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| But my baby is wantin'
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| Me to roll around in her bed all day
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| Good morning captain
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| I wish there was another way
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| But my baby is wantin'
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| Me to roll around in her bed all day |