Shreveport

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Well on a Greyhound bound for 
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Shreveport I’d been too long in 
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my seat
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I stopped off in a no named town 
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to grab a bite to eat
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And the ceiling fans they hung’d 
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above a screened in patio
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Crawfish hotter than a chimney 
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fire the beer was cheap and cold
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And the bar maid smiled that kind 
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of smile that knocked me off my 
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stool
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Said hang around I’ll show you 
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things they don’t teach in school

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Across the way an old blues man 
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was playin’ on the street
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He moaned just like a black and 
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tan, I found myself a seat
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He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ 
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and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
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Well he growled it mean and low 
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between his three or four gold teeth
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And I wished I was in Shreveport 
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just a gamblin’ like a fool
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Well you can learn somethings down 
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there they don’t teach in school

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Well I dreamed that night of a 
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pretty girl, I dreamed of a river 
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boat
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‘Till a man in blue kicked at my 
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shoes said come on boy, lets go
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I said, oh officer, oh officer, 
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please don’t take me to jail
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Said you can’t sleep outside now 
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my hands are tied, I knew that 
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feelin’ all too well
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And if you play in my town son 
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you’ll play it by the rules
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That downtown night shed light on 
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sights that you won’t see in school

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Out of Jail I found myself 
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a-walkin’ down the road
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So glad to hear that ole Jake 
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Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
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Said I’m goin as far as 
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Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to
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 spare
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Could you drop me off at Fort 
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Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family 
there
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And he bought the Jack on that big
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 black Mack, kickin’ back I played 
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it cool
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From a shotgun seat I learned some 
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things they don’t teach in school


Key change to E

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And I wished I was in Shreveport 
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just a gamblin’ like a fool
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Well you can learn some things 
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down there they don’t teach in 
school

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Well I said you can learn some 
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things down there they don’t 
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teach in school