Apache Rose Peacock

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in a New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what I've seen
Sitting on that sack of beans
Luna tics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
a People on the street just kickin' to the licks
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   Yes my favorite place to be
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   Is not a land called Honah Lee
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   of Mentally or physically
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   I wanna be in a New Orleans

[Pre-Chorus]
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Oh good brother just when I thought That
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I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
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And I     dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin' down the block
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a   Name Apache Rose Peacock got
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I could not speak I was in shock I
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told my knees to please not knock
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   Yes my favorite place to be
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   Is not a land called Honah Lee
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   oh Mentally or physically
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   I wanna be in a New Orleans

[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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 A little boy came along
a Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy
a So I found her in the quarter
Good God how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey
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   I kiss your hair your skin so bare
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   I'll take you with me girl  anywhere
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   You fare well in stormy weather
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   I never met a girl that I like better

[Pre-Chorus]
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Twinkle twinkle little star
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Shining down on my blue car
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Drivin' down the boulevard
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She was soft and I was hard
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Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock a
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  Hottest ass on the goddamn block
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Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
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She has one of those built in heaters
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   I kiss your hair your skin so bare
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   I'll take you with me girl  anywhere
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   You fare well in stormy weather
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   I never met a girl that I like better

[Chorus]
    Em - C | - D - A | B7#9 - - - | - - - - |
| - Em - C | - D - A | B7#9 - - - | - - - - |

[Verse 3]
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Voodoo gurus casting their spells
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Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
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a Silver sound escapes the trumpet
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  a Watch your leg someone might hump it
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Chicken strut your butt let's rock
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Gettin' it on under your frock
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Flowing like a flame all through the night My
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girl's insane but it's all right
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   Yes my favorite place to be
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   Is not a land called Honah Lee
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   oh Mentally or physically
Dm7                A7
   I wanna be in a New Orleans

[Ending]
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