Kalamazoo

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 I gotta' gal, wears her toenails long
 Drives a red Barracuda, singin' meat packer songs
 And she ain't from Kalamazoo
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 I gotta' friend, lived in a Mercedes-Benz
 Then a '55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends
 And the plates say Kalamazoo
 He had a steady job and watched what he spent
 He'd say, "I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent
 I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent
 And buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo"
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 I knew a guy that mangled his hand
 And he went from pipe fittin' to a hot dog stand
 They say last year he cleared fifty grand
 Selling dogs round Kalamazoo
 She turned to the world with a bastard child
 Said, "I just can't handle him, he's too damn wild"
 But the years and the liquor have made him mild
 And he lays around Kalamazoo