| Well, it’s awful cold outside
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| I’m cold at home tonight
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| Walkin' up an' down by my poor self
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| God you know this just ain’t right
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| Gonna boil myself a tea bag
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| Gonna boil myself a tea bag
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| And if you moze over my way
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| I will boil you off a tea bag, too
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| Well I’ve come from Oklahoma
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| Where the dust and gravel blow
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| I’ve got gals with booseleg rotgut
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| But man I never did learn to know
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| Just how to boil me off a tea bag
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| How to simmer up a tea bag
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| And if you’ll ease over my way
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| I will boil you off a tea bag, too
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| I rode the trains and the busses
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| I rode the roads I rose the blinds
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| Hit every kind of bag and satchel
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| I used every bait I could find
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| Never did think about no tea bag
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| Never did see no tea bag
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| But if you’ll ooze over closer
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| Yes, I’ll boil you off a tea bag too
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| Yes I will
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| I’ve used beer, and wine, and coffee
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| Buttermilk, sodie, and rum
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| And I’ve rolled them every color
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| Seen them go before they come
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| Learnin' how to use a tea bag
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| How to dip a tea bag
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| If you’ll sneak over my way
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| I’m gonna strain your little tea bag, too
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| Yeah baby, that’s a promise
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| Learnin' how to dip my tea bag
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| How to soak up my tea bag
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| And I’m up north in New York City
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| Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues |