| He came from the old religion,
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| But possessed no magic skill
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| Descending from machinery,
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| He left nothing in his will,
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| The crops are failing, the women wailin',
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| It’s in the papers at your feet
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| Six months in Kansas City,
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| Down on Liberty Street
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| It was sad to see it, that little lady goin' in
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| Arrested for arson once they asked where she’d been
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| Down on her knees, not even a breeze,
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| Another victim of the heat
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| Six months in Kansas City,
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| Down on Liberty Street
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| Things sure don’t look too pretty!
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| Cause a man to rob and steal,
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| I got a full six more months out here
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| Can’t be begging for my meals
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| Now, look here, Baby Snooks,
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| Don’t matter what you got underneath your seat
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| Six months in Kansas City,
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| Down on Liberty Street
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| Six months in Kansas City,
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| Down on Liberty Street |