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Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear
Bitin' a bullet, pullin' out all of his hair
Shotgun Willie has got all of his family there
You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say
You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say
You can't play music if you don't know nothin' to play
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Well, John T. Floores was workin' for the Ku Klux Klan
At six foot five John T was a hell of a man
Made a lot of money sellin' sheets on the family plan
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