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Eighty dollars round trip Anywhere you fly Well, that sounds like a winner But before I book the flight Hey, talk me out of Tampa Well, tell me 'bout
{Take 3} Tampa to Tulsa, just one layover Thinking it over There's a card game in the back seat They're throwing dice in the aisle, the driver just
You're standin' in line for attention That you're never gonna get With all of the doubt that you have You've never done much with it All of your friends
Yeah man, make a plan Everybody, let's get started Get that Harlem swing Every man, in the band Let's get busy, the gang's all dizzy With that Harlem
Meet me down in the bottom Mama, bring my shoes and clothes Meet me down in the bottom Mama, bring my shoes and clothes I ain't got very many But I got
When bad luck is on you You'll have tough breaks all the time When bad luck is on you You have tough breaks all the time Looks like it's always cloudy
When she was dyin' I'll tell you people what she said to me When she was dyin' I'll tell you people what she said to me Said, "Tampa you're goin' to have
I'm goin' away, baby But maybe not to stay But I won't be back Until you change your way You keep me Nutty and buggy all the time I won't be back, baby
I've given up a palace, a town and everything But long as you're mine, I'll gladly bear the blame For you're more to me than a palace is to a king And
You stole my heart, my dear Look what you done with it You made a wreck of it, sweetheart You got my lovin', dear You must be proud of it You should
Ain't it lonesome when the one you love is gone? Ain't it lonesome when the one you love is gone? Well, you cannot help but to worry I know you're bound
Take it away there, Bob I'm lookin' at you there, I'm lookin' at That's old Black Bob ticklin' the ivories, there Ladies and gentlemen, look at 'em there
I got a feeling which I never had before Trouble and sorrow keep knocking at my door But I have all to gain and nothing to lose I must have got me passion
I've got a whoopee mama She makes whoopee all the time I've got a whoopee mama She makes whoopee all the time She stays full of dope and liquor And clowns
No one to love me, no one to care And the girl I'm loving, she don't play fair She's gone and left me, I shouldn't worry Why should I care? I got a mind
There are you and here am I We both be silly just to sit and sigh Okie tokie darling, you and I Are gonna get high together Every time I look at you
When you're out for a lovely evening Forget about your daily blues And rock it in rhythm, everybody's singin' When old man gloom is at you I tell you
