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little bit of soul Here we go. Everyone's complaining, nothing but frustration. The King has pissed in your pot of gold. It ain't entertaining spending so much time in the hole. Lord send down a little
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pretty little thing waiting for the king. Down in the jungle room Walking in Memphis. Walking with my feet ten feet off of beale. Walking in Memphis. But do I really feel the way I feel? They've got
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). King of somewhere hot Where the music in my soul. (Music in my soul). Makes me start to lose control. (Start to lose control). And I'll melt right on the spot I'm the king of somewhere hot. (Hot
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. I was in and out in a second on my way to Memphis, where the hell is Memphis? Memphis, so where the hell is Memphis? I had a one-way ticket and a little radio. I turned it on, heard the sound from
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, king of somewhere hot. (Way to go). Where the music in my soul. makes me start to lose control. I could melt right on the spot. I'm king of somewhere hot. . Someday I hope to find my queen. I
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company it's just him and his fridge. And his phone. . Meet Me In Memphis that's where I'll be. I'm by the river please come back to me. Meet Me In Memphis my wild days are through. And nothin
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like me. You look like me but you're not like me I know. I had one, two, three, four shots of happiness I look like a big man. But I've only got a little soul. I only got a little soul Yeah, I wish I
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By jimmy buffett. 1980. For "the noop". Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling. The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing. She loves to ride into town
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Good Golly, said little Miss Molly. When she was rockin' in the house of blue light. Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty. When she was rockin' to the east and west. Lucille was oh so real. When she
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WRITERS RODNEY CROWELL, GUY CLARK I drove all the way from Storyville on a midnight Memphis run. From Bourbon Street to Beale Street straight up Highway 61. I was tuned in on radio maybe ten miles
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Good Golly, said little Miss Molly. When she was rockin' in the house of blue light. Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty. When she was rockin' to the east and west. Lucille was oh so real. When she
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Good Golly, said little Miss Molly. When she was rockin' in the house of blue light. Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty. When she was rockin' to the east and west. Lucille was oh so real. When she
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out like me. You look like me but you're not like me I know. I had one, two, three, four shots of happiness. I look like a big man but I've only got a little soul. I only got a little soul. . Yeah
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, that's right Lord, Memphis Well, the freezin' ground at night. Is my own foldin' bed. Pork salad is my bread and meat. And it will be till I'm dead Well, I brought me a little water. In a Mr. Prince
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
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before inside the pouring rain. With the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign. But it's my destiny to be the king of pain. There's a little
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. Illuminate the power on the inside. We can make a thousand hearts collide. We are survivors, survivors. We are survivors, we are. Instrumental Hardwell & Dannic
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Bài hát Survivors (Radio Edit) - Haris, Hardwell, Dannic. No we won't surrender. Cause what we love the most. Is when our heartbeat rises. To raise that are unknown. And we are gonna light it up
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thousand hearts collide. We are survivors. Survivors. We are survivors. We are. We are survivors. We are. No we won't surrender. Cause what we love the most. Is when our heartbeat rises. To raise that are
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There's a town that I call home. Where all the streets are paved with soul. Down on Beale there's a honky-tonk bar. So hear the wail of a blues guitar. Have a beer and drop a dime in the blind
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little black spot on the sun today. That's my soul up there. It's the same old thing as yesterday. That's my soul up there. There's a black hat caught in a high tree top. That's my soul up there
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hell is memphis?. . Memphis, so where the hell is memphis?. . I had a one-way ticket and a little radio. I turned it on, heard the sound from twenty years ago. Somebody smiled and said, that's the
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deserves to hurt like this . It's a lonely place, it sure is . Guess I never really knew the blues . Ever got this far from Memphis . All the night life and the beaches . Couldn't soothe my achin' soul . And
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Memphis, hmm. I'm goin' to Memphis. . Chorus. . Well I brought me a little water in a Mr. Prince Albert can. But the bossman caught me drinkin' it, and I believe he broke my hand, hmm. Another boy
