| She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe.
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| It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight.
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| Well, Sidewalk Annie
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| Now your coattails have come undone,
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| Your whisper’s a scream now
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| Since you don’t speak to anyone.
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| The howlin’winds could never care what she liked,
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| Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
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| It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin’wolf,
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| The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof.
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| Well, Sidewalk Annie
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| Now your coattails have come undone,
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| Your whisper’s a scream now
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| Since you don’t speak to anyone
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| Little girl in your white ice skates,
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| We’ve seen your face walkin’around the old school gates,
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| With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head,
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| You realized it wasn’t gone, but lost instead.
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| Sidewalk Annie
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| Now your coattails have come undone.
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| Your whisper’s a scream now
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| Since you don’t speak to anyone.
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| Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well
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| And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin’that she could, she
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| could sell.
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| Sidewalk Annie
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| Now your coattails have come undone.
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| Your whisper’s a scream now
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| Since you don’t speak to anyone |