I've got a real important job in a large office building
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Ridin' people in an elevator
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I drive a '57 Chevrolet with busted tail lights
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Burnt out valves and leaky radiator
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I wear a twenty dollar suit I bought from JC Penny's back in '62
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But I've got something to brag about something to brag about
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Yes something to brag about in you
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I'm a short order cook at an all night cafe
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Down on 18th Avenue and 12th Street
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I wear a swinging mini dress that I made for myself
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From mama's kitchen curtains and old bed sheets
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I've got seventeen pages of top value stamps and one old pair of shoes
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But I've got something to brag about something to brag about
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Something to brag about in you
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When you're with the fellas I know you start to bragging
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Bout my hour glass figure and my big brown eyes
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You tell your girlfriends bout my good good lovin'
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And that's one pleasure that money can't buy
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Let's get married in the not too distant future
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We'll rent a little flat on 29th Street
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You know we'll hang our washing on a clothesline from the window
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We'll feast on cornbread butter beans and lunchmeat
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We won't have a thermostat or a big long Cadillac
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But we'll have a love that's true
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And I'll have something to brag about I'll have something to brag about
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Something to brag about in you
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Something To Brag About
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Charlie Louvin |