| You’ve got a run up them stockings, babe
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| You’ve got a run up them stockings, babe
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| I see it running up the inside of your leg
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| And, Lord, the body aches
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| Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over
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| Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over
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| Maybe I’m a mule in the flowers
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| Maybe I’m a better man well-fed
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| Even far across the street corner
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| You know a man lost in wonder
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| You see a man wake to hunger
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| After a long fast
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| And we stop to talk, one friend to another
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| One sees sun coming, the other thunder
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| I said come on in, the water is cool
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| But not cold
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| Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
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| Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
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| One thing I know that’s always increasing
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| Is the past
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| Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over
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| Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over
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| Maybe I’m a mule in the flowers
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| Maybe I’m a better man well-fed |