| I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid,
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| I blew it all at the penny arcade,
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| A hundred dollars on a cupid doll,
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| No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl,
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| And I teetered the way to the promised land,
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| Every woman, child and man,
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| Get your caddilac and a great big diamond ring,
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| He’s on a mission of mercy, to the new fronteir,
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| He’s gonna take us all outta’here,
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| Up to that mansion, on a hill,
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| Where you can get your prescription pill
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| And I teetered the way to the promised land,
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| Everybody clap your hands,
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| And don’t you dirts love the way that he sings?
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| You’re riding with the king!
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| A tuxedo and a shining green burning five,
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| You can see it in his face, the blues is alive,
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| Tonight everybody’s getting their angel wings,
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old,
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| With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
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| I had a guitar hanging just about waist high,
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| And I’m gonna play this thing until the day I die.
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| Don’t you know you’re riding with the king?
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| (You're riding with me baby)
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| (You got good hands)
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| (Yes, you’re riding with the king)
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| (I wanted to say B.B. King, but you know who the king is) |