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, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe High and mighty, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he
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Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go You got to realize this is the wind-up. You're gonna feel much better once you make your mind up
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Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe. . Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
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an' never settle for less When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth sealed. If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel. If you have no ideal or any thoughts to feel. What you sought was
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Tonight down here in the valley. I'm lonesome and oh how I feel. As I sit here alone in my cabin. I can see your mansion on the hill Do you recall when we parted the story. To me you revealed
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Song Little Cabin On the Hill - Elvis Presley. Tonight I'm alone without you my dear. It seems there's a longing for you still. Oh, but I just keep it there so I won't be alone. In our little cabin
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Song Little Cabin On the Hill - Elvis Presley. Tonight I'm alone without you my dear. It seems there's a longing for you still. Oh, but I just keep it there so I won't be alone. In our little cabin
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I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the
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I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the
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I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the
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I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the
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surrenders. Taken into custody. So satisfying, I would be lying. If I didn't want to hear the plea So we gather 'round, Psycho Joe. The quiet loners, always blow. Strap him in the chair. And killing bad
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