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Israel Nash
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Israel Nash
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I was headed to the show
Goin' uptown to the Apollo
Get me a glimpse of Ol' Jimmy Brown
Someone told me that he had just died
I lowered my head and started to cry
Stood on 125th Street, and I said
"Well, sing it loud, I'm black and proud"
Oh, my baby, settle in
Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I got the money if you got the time
I was talkin' to truck stop Betty
She was wringin' her hands and they was awfully sweaty
She said her mother died in Brooklyn just yesterday
Well, I said, "Betty, just hold your horses
Soon they're gonna be changin' courses
We can live out on the Montana range
It's a great place to raise the kids"
Oh, my baby, settle in
Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I got the money, so you'll be alright
Oh, my baby, settle right on in
Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I got the money if you got the time
Oh, my baby, settle right on in
Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I got the money so you'll, you'll be alright
You're gonna' be just fine
Writer(s): Israel Nash Gripka
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