I GOT THE WABASH
I got to go. Lester is cool
I got the Wabash in my soul.
Bop glasses and a kerry-comfort
cocktail is all I need. Take me
down-home again, 52nd Street.
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Wash me in the river. Oh
hallelujah baby-cakes jive.
Why do I get discouraged?
I know he watches me.
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