Cocaine Blues

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I said come here mama don't you take me for no fool 
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I wouldn't quit you woman while the weather's cool 
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Around your back door, honey, I will make my creep 
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Just as long as you earn your two and half a week 

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Now I got a gal she works in a rich folks' yard 
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She brings me meals, she brings me lard 
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She brings me meals, she brings me lard 
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She brings me everything that she can steal 

Chorus 1: 
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I call my Cora hey hey 
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Along comes Sally with her nose all tore, the doctor says she can't sniff no more 
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I said run here doctor, ringin' the bell there's women in the alley 
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I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. 


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You know the furniture man come to my door last Sunday morn' 
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He asked me was my wife at home, I said no she's been long gone. 
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And then he backed his truck right up to my door and he took everything I had 
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And carted on back to the furniture store I declare I did feel sad. 
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What in the world has anybody got to do with a furniture man? 
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If you got no dough to put up a show he'll take everything he can. 
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He'll take everything from ugly plant, a skillet to a frying pan, 
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If there ever was a devil without any horns, it must've been a furniture man 

Chorus 2:           
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I call my Cora hey yeah 
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Along comes Sally with her nose all tore, the doctor says she can't sniff no more 
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He says cocaine's for horses, it's not for men, he says it's gonna kill me but he don't say when 
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I'm simply wild about my good cocaine. 


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