| Wildfire in Memphis
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| Hurricane in Jacksonville
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| Blow 'way my streetwalkin' feet
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| And take me where you will
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| I walked the streets in Dallas
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| And I picked up a buck in a carriage race
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| But in the dim light of the pool halls
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| I could not see my face
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| Dear sir, I haven’t got a home
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| On these streets I live and roam
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| Please sir, take a poor boy home
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| I walk walk walk the streets all day
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| I walk walk walk the streets all night
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| I walk walk walk with my feet on fire
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| My love for hire
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| Oh, shall we retire?
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| Picked up in Hollywood
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| By a band of wealthy gypsies
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| Singing peace, love, Hare Krishna
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| Will you be a star today?
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| Have you ever played «Romance in F»
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| To the accompaniment
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| Of the earth tremblin' 'neath your feet
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| On Selma Avenue?
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| Well, in New York, I must admit, tricks are easier
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| More streets to walk at night
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| I know the name of every pick-up bar in town
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| Do you?
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| Dear sir, I haven’t got a home
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| On these streets I live and roam
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| Please sir, take a poor boy home
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| I walk walk walk the streets all day
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| I walk walk walk the streets all night
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| I walk walk walk to my destiny
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| Someday I may be a big discovery
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| I learned to love my brother
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| In a way that few folks ever will
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| But in the streets my love was tempted
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| By a twenty-dollar bill
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| Wildfire in Memphis
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| Hurricane in Jacksonville
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| Blow 'way my streetwalkin' feet
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| And take me where you will
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| Take me where you will |