Old man down
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Way down, down, down by the docks of the city
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Blind and dirty
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Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
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I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story
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My name is August West,
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and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
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More than my wine
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More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine
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Everyone said
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I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them
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Half of my life
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I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime
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The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine
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But I'll get back on my feet again someday
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The good Lord willin'
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If He says I may
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I know that the life I'm livin's no good
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I'll get a new start, live the life I should
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I'll get up and fly away,
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I'll get up and fly away, fly away
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Pearly's been true
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True to me, true to my dyin' day he said
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I said to him
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I said to him, "I'm sure she's been"
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I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you"
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[ Jam in A Major ]
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I got up and wandered
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Wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around
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I've got a girl
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Named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me
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I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me
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[ Jam in A Major ]
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