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Well, daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit
Developed a cravin' for the black man's blues
At five card stud, he knew his way around the tables
Lay it down boys, I'm takin' it home to the baby
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Little Junior, The gypsy child
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Only goin' through once and I'm going, through in style
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Yeah like my daddy, I've been around too, And as far as cravins I've got, quiet a few
Long legged women, diamonds and cars, Old aged whiskey and all night bars
The boggie woggie and a real good smoke, Sittin' on ready on a another toke
I like my lovin' when Lou - Lou's in town, And you can bet your dollar she's comin' around
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Raised without a mother, So I'm a mother myself, I've been known to raise some hell
I ain't allowed on the other side of town, Strange things happen, they say when I'm around
Awe, mommas and papas you better be on guard, And keep you little girl in the yard
I end up jail every Saturday night, But I'm out on bail before the booking sheets dry
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