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Intro

Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing light beams, everything wanders from baby to Z

Baby, baby, pretty young on Tuesday, old like a rum drinkin' de-mon at tea

Baby, baby, Tell me what's the matter

Why, why, tell me what’s your why now

Tell me why will you never come home

Tell me what’s your reason if you’ve got a good one

Everywhere I go, the people all know

Everyone’s doin’ that rag (2X)

Take my line and go fishing for a Tuesday,

Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea

Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons,

Couldn’t find any better ones in the morning at three

Rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go, you know

Steppin’ off sharply from the rank and file

Awful cold and dark like a dungeon

Maybe get a little bit dark ‘fore the day

Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicksters,

Everyone’s doin’ that rag

Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicksters,

Everyone’s doin’ that rag

You needn’t gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset,

No one is watching or standing in your shoes

Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning,

Everything promised is delivered to you

Don’t neglect to pick up what your share is

All the winter birds are wingin’ home now

Hey, love, go and look around you

Nothing out there you haven’t seen be fore now

Wade in the water, you’ll never get wet

If you keep on doin’ that rag (2X)

One-eyed jacks and the deuces are wild,

And the aces are crawling up and down your sleeves

Come back here baby Louise,

And tell me the name of the game that you play

Is it all fall down, is it all go under?