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Lyrics
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Travelin' south by train, I'm leaving Tennessee
Memphis, your a hard town, you ran all over me
Say conductor our freight train is rolling full steam
and our brakeman's sleeping as we barrel to New Orleans
All along the country roads all the martyr's are crucified
Jack your drawing straws and your lucky to be alive
Lucky to be alive, lucky to be alive
Burnt out street lights makes the darkness tough to bear
We sat on a park bench just to get away from the fair
He had a wicked jug of whiskey and he offered me a pull
So I put my finger through that ol' handle, not to look like a fool
All around the medicine man, the junkies hold out their hands
Jack your drawing straws and your sinkin' in the sand
Sinkin' in the sand, sinkin' in the sand
Duckin' in a candlelit room just off Bourbon Street
Come gather round boys, but stay away from the heat
Oh gypsy woman deal me my cards, deal me my magic hand
Three times the cards, three times the reaper stands
Rich man just a week ago, now you rob and steal
Jack your drawing straws and I know, yes I know just how you feel
Know just how you feel, Know just how you feel
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: WhiteWater Ramble
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Music Credits: WhiteWater Ramble
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Producer Credits: WhiteWater Ramble
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Publisher Credits: WhiteWater Ramble
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Performance Credits: WhiteWater Ramble
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:49
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Primary Genre: Pop-Rock
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Secondary Genre: Rock-Roots/Rock n' Roll
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Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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