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What's my name
I can't remember my name,
blew into town with a couple of dollars and I'm broke again;
let her go bought a bottle and
I'm half way to hell;
caught red handed, contraband opinion, black-out,
woke-on up in the iron hotel;
Move-along move, spare a dollar for a child of man?
The huddled masses are crowded in the
welfare offices seeking the lamp of the golden door
Let her go bought a bottle and
I'm half way to hell;
caught red handed, contraband opinion, black-out,
woke-on up in the iron hotel
What's my name
I can't remember my name,
blew into town with a couple of dollars and I'm broke again;
let her go bought a bottle and
I'm half way to hell;
caught red handed, contraband opinion, black-out,
woke-on up in the iron hotel