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( Michael Hurley, ";Armchair Boogie"; LP )
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang em on the line
I can see by the way
You wash them clothes
Your cookin' must be fine
I'm with you in the morning
'Til the break of day
And I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
And I know lately
I've been havin' mine
We used to live
In a fleabag apartment
You know the kind
And he come home and he'd say to me
";We gotta leave, leave, leave the city";
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang 'em on the line
I can see by the way you wash them clothes
Your cookin' must be fine
I'm with you in the morning
Unil the break of day
I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
I know lately
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