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There's a flophouse down the street
Where the drunken bums can meet
You can get a bed for 50 cents a night
There's no sheets upon the bunks
Because they're filled with crazy funks
And the bed bugs haven't lost their appetite
I don't claim to be a musician or a singer. To me, it's the words that count in folk music. You don't listen to guitar or anything. Folklore is history."
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