Big Mouth Blues

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Well, I was born in a little bitty 
tar hut
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You know they called me a man 
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'cause I couldn't keep my big, big 
mouth shut
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So tell me, what's the use of me 
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sitting here leaving when any ole 
day I might be even
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Lord knows that New York City's 
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got a lot to do with it

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Yeah, I wish someday I could find 
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the way to get it out of my brain
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This dirty old town's gonna sink 
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right down and I don't want to go 
with it
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I wish there was a way that I knew 
to get even, a way to get my licks 
in, 'bobbin' and a-'weavin'
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Any ole thing besides goin' and 
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a'leavin' you can do on a train


Well, I once knew a man who sailed 
around the world twice
He would have made it three but he 
took a lot of bad advice
So tell me what's the use of me 
sittin' here leavin' when any ole 
day I might get even
Lord knows New York City's got alot 
to do with it

Chorus

Solo

Well, I once knew a man who sailed 
around the world two times
But his motor cooled down and now 
he's deliverin' ice
Tell me what's the use of me sittin'
 here leavin' when any ole day I 
might get even
And Lord knows New York City's got a
 lot to do with it

Chorus