Standin' there, by the old town clock.
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With my coat in my hand,
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I thought I'd go for a walk
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Like my Momma said: "You'll never be poor",
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But can you really be sure
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You've got to help, doctor doctor, got to take the cure.
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Strollin' round, I was hit by surprise,
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By a bit of a dream,
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That looked me straight in the eyes.
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My Momma said: "You'll never be poor",
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But can you really be sure?
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You've got to help, doctor doctor, got to take the cure.
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Everyday, I think I see her again,
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With the passing of time,
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My chances just never came.
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Like my Momma said: "You'll never be poor",
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But can you really be sure?
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You've got to help, doctor doctor, got to take the cure.
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Fourteen years, since I saw her that night,
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Things are not quite the same,
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My head just ain't feelin' right.
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My Momma said: "You'll never be poor",
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But can you really be sure?
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You've gotta to help, doctor doctor, got to take the cure.
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Oh you're right that I tried,
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To tell myself that I'll be all right.
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Feelin' poor, that's for sure,
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I need a bowl of my Momma's cure.
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Oh you're right that I tried,
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To tell myself that I'll be all right,
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Feelin' poor, that's for sure,
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I need a bowl of my Momma's cure.
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Chicken Soup
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Angel (Metal) |