| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, baby,
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| Little girl, fore this water rise.
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| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom,
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| Little girl, fore this water rise.
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| You know I musta been born by the devil,
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| Po' Lightnin don’t wanna be baptised.
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| See, it’s rainin in ole California’s the reason I said it,
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| The houses slidin down off the hill.
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| Many, many many friends have lost their home.
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| Just because the water was falling so hard,
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| And the mudslide had taken their home.
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| And I said.
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| Lettin ya know how it’s happenin now.
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| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, baby,
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| Po' Lightnin can’t feel satisfied.
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| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom,
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| Po' Lightnin just can’t feel satisfied.
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| Just you know many friends of mine lost they home,
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| By that old mudslide.
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| Don’t take me to be wrong people,
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| Forgive me for my mistake.
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| You know, please, please, please,
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| Forgive me for my mistake.
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| Well, after all that flood come in California, do you know,
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| The good Lord old ground begin to shake?
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| That’s that earthquake that was comin.
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| Have mercy. |