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Red Beans

Changes in 3/4 time. Can't split a dime. But you can sure waltz out the door. Sound of your combat boots on the floor. I hear the door slam flies be damned he's off to Memphis head long down a pipe line cutting cards and turning life loose train stations and bus stations take you north to the Big Muddy A catfish dream and Mud Island I'll stay home with my disease Watch it all on TV till he shows up at my door bigger than life but I got a gun and I shoot him down now I got my red beans cookin' Yeah I got my red beans cookin'

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Date: 1/18/2015 3:33:00 AM
I love this... it's rather chilling actually with a great element of surprise. Love your play on the waltz line, with your beginning line. You're clever in your writing- just another thing I admire in your work. Always, Laura
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