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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem

I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Desert Blues

Cant get no this,
And I cant get no that,
Cant get no you know,
I dont even know where its at.
Aint got the smoke and uh, aint no booze,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do.
Um, a george carlin said I had to go,
Just what he wanted I did not know,
Im over here dug in so far from home,
Lookin all around try and see whats going on.
I got the sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do, how how how.
Joined up in the army
Where it was hard to find,
End up over here, got my ass on the line,
But Ill be right here until my work is done,
If I get back home I hope I never see no more guns.
Here across the ocean,
I left some of my good friends behind,
I hope somebodys thinking about me,
Especially that sweet little woman of mine.
Cant get no this,
And I cant get no that,
Cant get no you know,
I dont even know where its at.
Sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues,
Yes I do.

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes (1991)
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Problems (feat. Koffee Brown)

Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
situations hard to handle
got me goin out ofmy head
theres so much pressure
i just cant deal
you think its all about you
and that sex appeal
but i got problems
(slickin around on the "L" to the hotel all around town) let me know
(whos it gonna be him or me)
it cant be three
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your girl today
here we are
the two of us together
takin this crazy chance
to be all alone
my man dont know
that we been lovin eachother
cuz if he found out
we'll have nothin
nothin but
Problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
said can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today

song performed by by Next
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Problems

Feat. coffee brown
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Situations
Hard to handle
Got me going out of my head
Theres so much pressure
I just cant deal
You think its all about
You and that sex appeal
But I got problems
(slickin around on the l to the hotel, all around town)
Let me know
(whos it gonna be, him or me)
It cant be three
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your girl today
[coffee brown]
Here we are
The two of us together
Taking this crazy chance
To be all alone
My man dont know
That we been loving each other
Cuz if he found out
Well have nothing
Nothing but
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
[next]
Said, can I get a witness
So many problems
Can I get a witness
[coffee]
Can I get a witness
So many problems
Can I get a witness
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today

song performed by by Next
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Sand On My Shoes

As I sit by the sea
Drink tequila by the shade of a tree
Theres a seniorita sat on my knee
Sprinkling sand all over me
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive lost everything that Im gonna lose
Ive got nothing but the sun and the moon
And the sand thats on the beach
I am happy though my shoes are tattered and torn
Because the sea is so shiney
Ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ive got sand on my shoes
Thought I was civilized
Till I saw the sea and I realized
That the city life was just not for me
Left my troubles behind me
Ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got nothing else that Im gonna lose
Ive got nothing but the sun and the moon
And thats plenty for me
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got sand on my shoes
Sand on my shoes
Ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba

song performed by by Kinks
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues

This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...

they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...

no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without

red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.

She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.

She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...

But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...

red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.

poem by Janice Windle
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Wear My Hat

She came looking for me with her arms open wide,
Like some long lost friend of mine.
She said excuse me, but do you remember me ?
I said no, I dont believe I do
So she looked me up and down
And undressed me with her eyes,
Then she said youve got everything I need, youve got everything I want
So I said ok,
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
So her friend came up to me
With a pen and paper in her hand,
Expressing some interest in the number of my room,
She said excuse me, but do you remember me?
I said no, she said can I appeal to you?
So I looked her up and down
And realising her insinuations I blushed
She said listen babe you dont know me,
No you dont know me but you owe me,
And I love you,
Yes I love you,
Put your arms around me cos I love you,
I got all your records and I love you
So I suggested
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
Well later on that day this guy came to me
With a scrap of paper in his hand
He said hey buddy can you sign your name for me?
I said why, do I owe you money? he said no
I said listen pal do I know you? have we ever met?
Why do you want my name on this little piece of paper?
He said i love you,
I dont know you but I love you,
Like my brother I love you,
Put your arms around me cos I love you
I said hey lets not rush things
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
You can wear my hat,
You can wear my hat,
You can wear my hat,
Come on wear my hat.

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Problems

I have problems, and you have problems
Let's make problems with our problems
When I'm the problem you're the problem
But we know where the problem for one another

I start my day by any other way
Looking under my bed for the metallic crate
Encrypted with a steel isomorphic key
Projecting documents enveloped with two words

"Today's problems"

When I have no problems I make more problems
To entwine the world with inventive problems
What would we do if we did not have problems?
Neglect our security for hypothesizing new problems

Problems, Problems, Problems

An exegesis of problems
Categorized and productized
In rationale arrangements
Ontologically customized
Parasitically neurological
And involuntarily exercised

I empty the glass and make if full
To furbish the center that never holds
Happiness elixirs baseless catchment
Percolating vertices of inverted orphans

So what's the problem?

poem by Kevin Patrick
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Blues Man

Hey What chu tryin to do
Why you tryin to see through me baby
Its way too hazy
Hey Im still feelin the same
So dont go tryin to change me baby
You cant save me
So many people try to bring me down
They wouldnt last a second in my town
CHORUS
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey I little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight
You stem so far from the truth
You hide inside all your talkin papers
Flashin statements
You never put your money down
And watched a big wheel go around and take it
And in remake it
All you do is follow me around
Then you go ahead and ride it down
REPEAT CHORUS
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said dont try walkin inside my shoes baby baby
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your unless your unless your
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight

song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Wearin Out Your Walkin Shoes

Writer, hank williams demo rec. 1950?
(c) well, you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Yes, theres something mighty necessary (c7) bout em,
A (f) woman will give you the (c) blues, shell have you (g7) pullin
Out your hair, and (f) wearin out your (g7) walkin (c) shoes.
Well they just keep naggin, until your head is saggin,
There aint a wink a-sleepin, when they start in weepin,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you bitein off
Your nails, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Its a losin gamble, when you start to ramble,
Oh lordy, how you miss em, and you long to kiss em,
cause a woman will give you the blues, shell have you
Tossin in your sleep, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Well you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Its better to talk with em, than to talk about em,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you talkin to
Yourself, and wearin out your walkin shoes.

song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Problems Of The World

THE PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD

The problems of the world-
The problems of my own little life-
Problems and problems and problems.

A poem solves no problems
It escapes into itself
And makes a small world
In which the poet can hide.

The poem is the other world
The one where there is quiet and peace and calm and love
And all which makes one’s own dreams
A morning song.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Problems

I wont take no lies, hanging out all night
The gig is up, enough, its enough
Youre wrong, dead wrong, wont take no more
Cause I see your game and dumb is not my name
Pack your bags, call you a cab
No more laughs
Cause Im not the one that youre gonna play on
Move along, sing a song
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
Got love for you, but I cant stand you
I page you, you wont call
Whats a 2-way for
Strike one, strike two, strike three, no more me
Cause I see the game and dumbs not my name
Pack your bags, call you a cab
No more laughs
Cause Im not the one that youre gonna play on
Move along, sing a song
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
We can do this any way that
You want cause I dont care
Its no problem and Im not the one
Pack your bags, call you a cab
No more laughs
Cause Im not the one that youre gonna play on
Move along, sing a song
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them
[over chorus]
Its plain to see, you cant have me
Cause you gon be a playa for life
Its plain to see, you cant have me
Cause you gon be a playa for life
Its plain to see, you cant have me
Cause you gon be a playa for life
Its plain to see, you cant have me
Cause you gon be a playa for life
You give me problems, problems
Too many problems
Dont want no problems, problems
No time to solve them

song performed by by Nivea
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Millionaire Blues

I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right

song performed by by Dire Straits
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Tuck Your Shirt In

My name is Holly
And I like

I'm so glad that you asked me out tonight
Our conversation over dinner was really nice
But don't forget you still owe me dessert
It's 12 we missed the late show
So let's head over to this joint that I know
Everytime I take someone it's always such a ride

But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in

If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

We're probably gonna need to call a cab
Ten minute walk over there and back
But I think it's best we
Save our energy
Tonight I'm really on the grind
Otherwise I'd normally wait a while
Before I'd ask
Somebody to my party

But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in

If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in

If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in

TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

song performed by by Holly Valance from Footprints
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Freight Train Blues

(first releasetraditional, arranged by bob dylan)
I was born in dixie in a boomers shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler of the driver was my lullaby.
Ive got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Baby dont you know
It looks like Im never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear
She was the only daughter of the engineer
My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that aint no joke
Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke.
I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Oh mama dont you know
Well it looks like Im never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
Every place I want to go
I never can go because you know
Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin shoes

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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White Shoes

(jack tempchin)
I want em, I need em
And Im gonna go out and get em
White shoes
I know Ill feel better
When I slide down into the leather
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
I woke up from a dream
When I saw em in a magazine
White shoes
I said lou you gotta start new
And the first thing you gotta do
Is get some white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
You know he left me with the lonesome blues
Been hangin round too long with nothin to do
Yeah, he really made me pay those dues
But Im goin out on the town tonight in
White shoes
Well, I wanted em, I needed em
Yeah, and I went out and got em
White shoes
That new boy when I see him
Im gonna walk right up and meet him in
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes
Im goin out on the town tonight
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Runnin Blue

Poor otis dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Poor otis dead and gone
Yeah, back down, turn around slowly
Try it again, remembering when
It was easy, try it again
Much to easy, rememberin when
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues
Well, Ive got the runnin blues
Runnin away, back to l.a.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in l.a.
Runnin scared
Runnin blue
Goin so fast
Whatll I do
Well, Ive got the runnin blues
Runnin away, back to l.a.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in l.a.
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin blues
Dont fight, too much to lose
Cant fight the runnin blues

song performed by by Doors
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High Heels

Now, new york city on a friday night
A lot of things happenin, a lot of bright lights.
Saw a pretty woman all dressed in red
She turned to me and this is what she said
She said, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
Well, she took me to the corner that she called her home
Turned around and we were all alone.
Come on in, she said with a smile
Come on in and we can rest a while.
Well, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
I said, listen here, honey, I been around
You aint foolin me, cause I know what youve found.
She bent kinda low and then she tickled my lips.
She said, listen here, son. Im gonna give you a tip
Honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.

song performed by by Neil Young
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No Compassion

In a world
Where people have problems
In this world
Where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
So many people...have their problems
Im not interested...in their problems
I guess ive...experienced some problems
But now ive...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...push it as far as it goes
My interest levels dropping, my interest level is dropping
Ive heard all I want to, I dont want to hear any more
What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
Its...not so cool to have so many problems
But dont expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isnt that what theyre paid for
You walk, you talk...you still function like you used to
Its not a question...of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good
In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
(here we go again)

song performed by by Talking Heads
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Talkin Blues

Yeah! oh, yeah! now!
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too; (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!)
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too. yeah!
Im saying: talkin blues (talkin blues),
Talkin blues (talkin blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Yeah, Ive been down on the rock for so long, (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw; (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Ive been down on the rock for so long, (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw. (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
But-a I - Im gonna stare in the sun,
Let the rays shine in my eyes.
I - Im a gonna take a just-a one step more
cause I feel like bombin a church -
Now - now that you know that the preacher is lyin.
So whos gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters are fighting?
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin blues (talkin blues), keep on talkin blues (talkin blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didnt you hear?
Cold ground was my bed (bed last night),
Rockstone - rockstone - rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.
Sayin: (talkin blues, talkin blues):
I seem to wear a permanent screw - permanent screw.
Talkin blues (talkin blues), talkin blues (talkin blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo) /fadeout/

song performed by by Bob Marley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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