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| I was living in St. Louis
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| In the year of nineteen fifty five
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| Mama didnЉ° have no great mansion,
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| Just a little old country dive.
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| Papa worked all week long,
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| TryЉ§?to keep us six kids alive.
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| So I hitch hiked to Chicago
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| Just to hear Muddy Waters play
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| I sat and listened to him sing
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| Until the early hours of day
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| I asked him what I could do to make it And it was he who showed me the way
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| I went back home and wrote a song
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| And made a record I could claim
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| The little tune jumped on the charts
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| And rode me right on up to fame
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| It netted over ten thousand dollars
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| And added glory to my name
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| I was standing at the airport
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| With my guitar in my hand
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| And a first class ticket
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| Destination movie land
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| I will be in Hollywood, Mama
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| Before the roosters crow again
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| When I first started playing music
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| Over sixteen years ago
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| Every big town in the country
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| From St. Francisco to Baltimore
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| Trying to bring some happy hours
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| Doing the only thing I know
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| CanЉ° help it, but I love it Stand here, sing to you
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| Brings back so many memories
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| Many things we used to do
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| …Јill I see you here again
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| Take care, good luck to you |