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B.B. King - The Jungle lyrics
I may go and move to the jungle now Way out in the woods Yes, i think i'll move to the jungle people Move way out in the woods Yes, because the way things are here now Well, i ain't doin' myself no good I work hard everyday From monday to friday night The wages that they pay me I swear that they're very light The take out a little for the state A little more for uncle sam How can i ever catch up And get myself out of this jam Yes, i think i'll move to the jungle Move way out in the woods Yes, because the way things are here now Well, i ain't doin' myself no good I go to town on saturday Just to pay my bills I better make it early Or the collector will come where i live I got to church on a sunday I get on my knees to pray Preacher takes up collection And say brother what will you pay I think i'll move to the jungle Move way out in the woods Yes, because the way things are here now Well, i ain't doin' myself no good |
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