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"Wakin' up, feeling, Good & limber, When the telephone, it ring. Was a bad man from California, Tellin' of a stone he'd bring. And of, better days, From this town, we'd escape, If we, holler loud, and make our way, We'd all live, One Big Holiday. So we listened &, Up the river, And recorded all the sounds, Was some shakin' & some, record playing, All the leather kids were loud." |