| Clyde plays electric bass
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| Plays it with finesse and grace
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| Set on a porch, ain’t got no shoes
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| Picking the bass and singing the blues
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| Misery loves company
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| This ole dog sings harmony
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| Tambourine tied to his tail
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| You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail
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| Yeah, Whew
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| Jody baby, she got a dollar
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| Down the road, you can hear her holler
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| Git up Clyde, we got things to do
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| That ole dog can sing the blues
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| He don’t move, he don’t flinch
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| Clyde, he don’t move an inch
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| Set on a porch, ain’t got no shoes
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| Picking the bass and singing the blues
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| Whoop Whoop |