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By Jerry Reed, Six foot six he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred
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By Jerry Reed, You oughts to see Mr Jones when he rattles the
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By Jerry Reed, Alright, watch out
Now my daddy was hard shelled Alabama preacher
My
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By Jerry Reed, I'm almost crazy almost crazy
Couldn't go to sleep last night
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By Jerry Reed, Amos Moses was a Cajun and lived by himself in
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By Jerry Reed, CRUDE OIL BLUES
Writer Jerry Reed
Well now, listen people let me
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By Jerry Reed, East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do
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By Jerry Reed, Well girl you're fine on my mind all the time
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By Jerry Reed, I once went a courtin';
Down in 'ol Alabama.
I brought along
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By Jerry Reed, Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
And
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By Jerry Reed, Let me tell you bout a girl I know she's
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By Jerry Reed, Where is that tomorrow that placed in time
That day when
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By Jerry Reed, Just to see you there cryin' boy brings to mine
All
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By Jerry Reed, Son,
Well way down in the Okahanachi Swamp;
Is where old lady
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By Jerry Reed, If I got on my knees and come crawlin' to
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By Jerry Reed, Everybody tells me you're a woman with the past
Quick to
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By Jerry Reed, She's nothin' but a woman just another pretty face
You can't
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By Jerry Reed, Someone's gonna get hurt before we're through
Someone's gonna pay for
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By Jerry Reed, Oh well it's long gone long gone you got my
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By Jerry Reed, Well, if you're one of the millions who own one
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By Jerry Reed, Well, I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace
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By Jerry Reed, Every night I go down to this same little joint
Fill
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By Jerry Reed, Save your dreams and all your special hopes and plans
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By Jerry Reed, Well, I guess it was back in sixty-three
When eating my
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By Jerry Reed, Yesterdays
Oh, how many do you wish you could relive?
Turn the
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By Jerry Reed, Well, Son;
Sometimes I get that,
Sometimes feelin;
sometimes feelin' like a clown;
Sometime
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By Jerry Reed, Well, I'm gonna get out my sycamore and shine up
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By Jerry Reed, Take your left foot;
put it in front of the right.
Now,
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By Jerry Reed, Well, if I can keep it on the ground
When I
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By Jerry Reed, THE BIRD
Writers Hal Coleman, Barry Etrics
Well my throat was dry