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By Black Crowes, Here I am, there I was
Here I go, just follow
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By Black Crowes, Well, well, well
If you need it, God's got it!
God's got
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By Black Crowes, Save me, save me baby
Save me from this season's dead
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By Black Crowes, We've been avoiding this for so long
Luxury is temporary then
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By Black Crowes, Well there's a ruckus on the levee
Unruly crowd on the
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By Black Crowes, Cut a rusty engine outta sawdust town
Better deal with the
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By Black Crowes, Swimming in the greasy grass river
On my way back to
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By Black Crowes, Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can
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By Black Crowes, Hey fellas, have you heard the news? You know that
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By Black Crowes, Lordy baby could you tell me what's wrong with me?
The
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By Black Crowes, Wanna tell you 'bout the girl I love.
My, she looks
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By Black Crowes, Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind
And other times,
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By Black Crowes, Alright
I said horsehead, got you bug eyed
Horsehead, left for day,
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By Black Crowes, Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine?
I must have
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By Black Crowes, Another week in the drivers seat
With your feet up on
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By Black Crowes, How much for your wings?
How much for your wings?
Well it
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By Black Crowes, rust on my pickups
and blood on the stage
seeds in the
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By Black Crowes, In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All
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By Black Crowes, No matter what road I take
No matter what laws I
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By Black Crowes, Cheat the odds that made you
Brave to try to
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By Black Crowes, It ain't funny
It ain't cute
Can't be conceived as an attribute
Oh
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By Black Crowes, Sad and sorry
Troubled and tired
Wild with worry
Mad with desire
Junky jitters,
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By Black Crowes, Just come out and say it
Spit the words out of
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By Black Crowes, Just come out and say it
Spit the words out of
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By Black Crowes, Come on down crooked man
Step on up broken man
Well it's
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By Black Crowes, I should have quit you, long time ago. (X2)
I
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By Black Crowes, {[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Ya ya
[Incomprehensible]}
I said, "Hey there buddy"
Slow down for me
I'm friendly
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By Black Crowes, Your eyes they look like two bullet holes
And you don't
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By Black Crowes, Well I dream of a lady
Like an angel comes to
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By Black Crowes, Dry bread on the table
Burn the mill, salt the paper
And
