| Say you wanna see my garden
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| And you wanna make it shine
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| Say you wanna see my blue jeans
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| Hanging on your old clothesline
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| Standing in the back door crying
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| Now you wanna be my friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole thing ends
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| Now what’s a little baby doing
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| Dressing up in banker’s clothes?
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| What’s a little sweetheart like you
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| Doing with a bloody nose?
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| Standing in the backdoor crying
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| Now you’re gonna need a friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole thing ends
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| Now once you had a hook and ladder
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| Up into the headless night
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| Once you had a motorcycle
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| But you couldn’t ride it right
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| Standing in the doorway crying
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| Now you’re gonna need a friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole thing ends
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| Now someone said something one time
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| But Daddy didn’t talk too loud
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| People ought to stick together
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| That’s the way to make a crowd
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| But here you come, alone and crying
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| Now you wanna be my friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole thing ends
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| Mama’s in the beauty parlor
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| And Daddy’s in the baseball pool
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| Sister’s in the drive-in movie
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| Brother’s in the old high school
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| Now here you come, alone and crying
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| Once, you know, you were my friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole thing ends
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| Standing in the backdoor crying
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| Now you wanna be my friend
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| That’s the way the cornbread crumbles
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| That’s the way the whole things ends |