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When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
’Neath her Panamanian moon
An’ I say, “Aw come on now
You must know about my debutante”
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want”
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again
Yeah, I'm a Bob Dylan fan too.
But if you really want to hear something, run some solid (flat tappet) lifters on a hydraulic cam! Ah.... those were the good (budget constrained) ole' days...
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