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| 1. |
| 3:17 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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| 3. |
| 3:54 |
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| 4. |
| 3:00 |
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| 5. |
| 2:03 |
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| 6. |
| 3:19 |
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| 7. |
| 3:36 |
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| 8. |
| 3:11 |
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| 9. |
| 2:10 | 
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Folks been diggin' into the ground
Won't be stoppin' until it's found They might dig all the way to China That would be just fine You understand what I'm sayin' They don't wanna work They're hopin' and a prayin' for Pay dirt Folks are goin' to the rivers And siftin' in the sand All they've been findin' Is the lids of tin cans Of course it doesn't stop 'em There's big bucks sellin' junk Then turn around and buy it For more than it's worth They gamble and they bargain for Pay dirt, pay dirt, pay dirt Pay dirt Well, I heard tell that some folks Won't fall in love Unless the one they's courtin' Got more than enough Well, nothin' gets the heart a goin' Faster than a wad of dough Unless it's the price of A tease and a flirt And promises of fistfuls Pay dirt, pay dirt Pay dirt |
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| 10. |
| 2:30 |
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Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a small cafe A stranger came along And everything went wrong Now there's three cigarettes In an ashtray I watched her take him from me Now his love is no longer my own now they have gone And I sit alone And watch one cigarette Burn away |
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