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Buffett Jimmy The City

Ahh Ah, ahh Ah, ahh As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguise There's the dirt in the skies of the city Well

As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguise As the dirt in the skies of the city Well they say the proximity

my tab, pour myself in a cab, and be back to work before two. At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder, what would Jimmy Buffett do. [Jimmy:] Funny

the sign said "praise his name" I was tired and alone I didn't feel too well But I don't think that he was to blame. [Chorus] Full moon over (Concert City