| I was headin' to the show
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| Goin' uptown, to the Apollo
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| And catch me a glimpse of ol' Jimmy Brown
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| Someone told me that he had just died
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| I lowered my head and I started to cry
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| Stood up on 125th Street and I said
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| «Well, sing it loud, *I'm Black and Proud*»
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| Oh my baby, let’s settle in
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| Take your worries and put fire to them
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| Pour me out just like sour wine
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| I’ve got the money if you got the time
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| I was talking to Truck Stop Betty
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| She was wringin' her hands and they was awfully sweaty
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| She said her mother died in Brooklyn just yesterday
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| Well, I said, «Betty, just hold your horses
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| Soon they’re gonna be changing courses
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| We can live out on a Montana range
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| And it’s a great place to raise the kids
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| Oh my baby, let’s settle in
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| Take your worries and put fire to them
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| Pour me out just like sour wine
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| I’ve got the money so you’ll be alright
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| Oh my baby, settle right on in
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| Take your worries and put fire to them
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| Pour me out just like sour wine
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| I’ve got the money if you’ve got the time
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| Oh my baby, settle right on in
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| Take your worries and put fire to them
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| Pour me out just like sour wine
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| I’ve got the money so you’ll be alright
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| You’re gonna be just fine |