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The Wino & I Know
Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Walks through the street of the city so neat
City that only he knows
And I've seen him in so many places
Saw him the night I was born
In a Bourbon Street Bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right
Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
The donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove
That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Sweet senorita, won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like my song
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Just livin' my life like my song
Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Back to the only place that I want to be
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea
Sweet senorita, won't you please come with me?
Just livin' my life like a song
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
In a world full of pushin' and shove
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
Be they pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
I eat 'til I eat way too much
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
The donuts are too hot to touch
Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
From an old man so tattered and torn
In a Bourbon Street Bar, I received my first scar
Saw him the night I was born
And I've seen him in so many places
City that only he knows
Walks through the street of the city so neat
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
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