| 27th wagon, full of cotton
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| Was parked outside my chicken shack door
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| I kept my crib covered up in satin
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| In case my baby came around for more
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| Now I feel, Daddy, somethin’s not the same
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| 'Cause there’s weeds and there’s rust
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| And the roof won’t hold the rain
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| I remember better days
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| Lace in every window and roses 'round the gate
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| Now they’ve chased away all my friends
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| And they’ve locked me out and hung a sign on the fence
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| And it says, «This property is condemned»
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| Take me down the Vieux Carre
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| Where a little girl can get a bed or a bite
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| If you should see me coughin' 'round the corner
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| Won’t you mix a little sugar with my tonic tonight?
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| I can feel like I’m part of the parade
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| 'Cause I feel like there’s bourbon
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| Slappin' around in my veins
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| I remember better days
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| Lace in every window and roses 'round the gate
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| Now they’ve chased away all my friends
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| And they’ve locked me out and hung a sign on the fence
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| And it says, «This property is condemned»
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| I got a new tiara, Daddy, take me to the Mardi Gras
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| Buy me cotton candy, dress me up in flowers
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| Let me be your baby doll, we can ditch that social worker
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| In and out the swinging doors on Tchoupitoulas Street
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| You may call me jail bait but I ain’t too little to take the heat
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| I can feel phantoms blowin' through my brain
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| And I feel like I need someone to make 'em go away, oh
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| I remember better days
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| Lace in every window and roses 'round the gate
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| Now they’ve chased away all my friends
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| And they’ve locked me out and hung a sign on the fence
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| And it says, «This property is condemned» |