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Lyrics:
Fair thee well old joe clark We're going to miss you I heard you left last night On the danville train All they ever did around here was use you Hell I can't exclude myself I'm just as much to blame
Bastard child is running wild Ain't got no name
Say goodbye to that nashville girl She's an angel now Nobody could have saved her Nobody even tried We just let them drag her out To sugartown Face down in all that candy Is where she died
Bastard child is running wild We ought to be ashamed
The pan american is flying tonight Throw out your line and baby hold on tight All I really know is that I've got to get paid I've got to get paid
Kiss my ass you corporate whores Twist and shout Press my shirt and shine my shoes I've got a lot of fields to plow Baby work it on out When you ain't got nothing There's nothing to lose
Bastard child is running wild Never be the same
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