| Poor old man came from Mississippi
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| Nothin’on his mind but a cheap fifth of whiskey
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| Playin' his guitar, got into the city
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| Workin' on the streets just to make a living
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| Well he could sing those coffee house blues
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| Mississippi John made it look so easy
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| Cigarette behind his ear
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| His eye are lookin' misty
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| Really let go when the bottle’s half empty
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| Singing it loud, his voice is kinda gritty
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| He knows he’s got nothin' to prove
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| He spends his time playin' in the city
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| Won’t you lay your money down
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| Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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| Won’t you lay your money down
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| Everybody said he’d be better off leavin'
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| And he knew in his heart
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| That he better start believing
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| Better use the talent
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| That the good lord gave him
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| To get out of this place
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| He don’t need a good reason
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| He’s giving heart and soul to you
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| He spends his time playin' in the city
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| Won’t you lay your money down
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| Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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| Won’t you lay your money down
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| Look downtown see the man on the corner
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| Working so hard just get a dollar
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| People walk my want to call him a beggar
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| Don’t want too much
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| He’s just taking what they offer
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| Well he’s playing each note for you
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| Well he spends his time playin' in the city
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| Won’t you lay your money down
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| Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
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| Won’t you lay your money down |