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Rub Me Raw
I know these blues are going to rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic
I said "keep it to yourself.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else"
Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork
Wanna see what it's like
Pickle-ickle-ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle
when your face is to the ground
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mess
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm going to take it with class
Old man used to tell me
"Son, never look back
Move on to the next case
Fold your clothes and pack"
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
"Get yourself a trade
Or go back to the chat room and fade in the shade"
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
I know these blues are going to rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well
then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick
but I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity
or your fifty-dollar words
I don't share your need
to discuss the absurd
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
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Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
to discuss the absurd
I don't share your need
or your fifty-dollar words
I don't want your pity
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
but I hate doing what I'm told
I should climb out quick
then I fell into a hole
I was walking pretty well
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I know these blues are going to rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Or go back to the chat room and fade in the shade"
"Get yourself a trade
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
Fold your clothes and pack"
Move on to the next case
"Son, never look back
Old man used to tell me
I'm going to take it with class
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm a shattering mess
Now I'm shaking all over
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
when your face is to the ground
How the crowd gets fickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
Pickle-ickle-ickle
Wanna see what it's like
They come out of the woodwork
Whispers in the night
Word's out on the street
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else"
I said "keep it to yourself.
Went and told my psychic
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I know these blues are going to rub me raw
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