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but my head's in Mississippi. I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand, but my head's in Mississippi. The blues has got a hold of me. I believe I'm gettin' dizzy. (Spoken: Help me now.) |
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Lord, I thought I was in Heaven. I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis, I thought I was in Heaven. But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot of an invisible seven eleven. (Spoken: What was I doin out there?) |
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She was floatin' across the ceiling. And last night I saw a naked cowgirl. She was floatin' across the ceiling. She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf about some voodoo healin'. |
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