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  1. My Legs Don't Work

From the recording Gone

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MY LEGS DON’T WORK-Teves

With money in my pocket-a glimmer in my eye
I’m hanging with the Natives-
on a down home Friday night
Hanging with the buddies-my belly’s on the bar
I tried to stand and found-I’ve gone a bit too far

CHORUS-Now my legs don’t work-my legs don’t work
Might be something that I drank-
or something that I took
But my legs don’t work, my legs don’t work

Don’t know how I got here-don’t know where I been
Propped up on this barstool-My wallet’s feeling thin
My friends have all departed-I’m fending for myself
My wounds are self inflicted-I can’t blame nobody else
CHORUS-SOLO

The party keeps on rolling-The band gives all they got
The singer’s testifying-The guitar leads swing hot
Thank you dear for asking-You know I’d love to dance
But something’s got a hold on me-
I’m stuck here in a trance
CHORUS-SOLO

Constitution’s made of steel-You know I’m hard to kill
My situation’s disconcerting-It’s beatin’ down my will
I might need to call a taxi-Might need to get some rest
I might need to call a doctor-to run a bunch of tests
CHORUS

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