Big Mouth Blues

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[Verse 1]
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Oh, well, I was born in a little 
bitty tar hut
And they called me a man 'cause I 
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couldn't keep my big, big mouth shut
So what's the sense of me sitting 
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here leaving when any ole day I 
might be even
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And Lord knows that New York City's
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 got a lot to do with it
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I wish someday I could find the way
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 to get it out of my grain
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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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Well I wish there was a way that I 
knew to get even
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A way to get a lick in, a bobbin' 
and a weavin'
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Any ole thing besides goin' and a 
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leavin', you can do on a train

[Verse 2]
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Well, I once knew a man who sailed 
around the world twice
He would have made it three but he 
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took a lot of bad advice
So you just tell me what's the sense
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 of me sittin' here leavin' when any
 ol day I might get even
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And Lord knows New York City's got 
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a lot to do with it
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I wish someday I could find a way 
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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
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Way to get a lick in a '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, oh,
 yes

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[Verse 3]
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Well, I once knew a man who sailed 
around the world twice
But his motor cooled down and now 
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he's deliverin' ice
Tell me what's the sense of him 
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sittin' here leavin' when any ole 
day he might get even
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And Lord knows New York City's got 
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a lot to do with it
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I wish someday he could find a way 
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to get it out of his brain
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This dirty old town's gonna sink 
               D
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
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Way to get a lick in a 'bobbin and 
a'weavin'
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And all the things besides goin' 
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and a 'leavin' you can do on a 
train, oh, yeah

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