Standing in the red light of a bourbon street quarter Where I met a Spanish porter who obliged me his grin He me for my time, I said, "I'd take a glass of wine" And in my state of mind I opened up, he jumped right in
Oh, things never turn out right Oh, some things never out right
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Well, he me in the lobby on the way to Pat O'Briens No, it didn't much science to discover what was next When suddenly a woman a shrunken-headed necklace She made me so reckless, sexless in my innocence
Oh, some things turn out right
She led me to the levy, I was helpless as a "Don't you know who I am," she said, "Your is free" I was like a weapon, I was dancin' like the Dirvish When I woke up feverishly looking at me
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From the Ark, to Noah in Asia Sodom and Gomorrah, the light and the by the demon to the caves of the Burren Imprisoned by the truth in the of the Turrin From original sin to original blame, for shame, for
Oh, some things never turn out Oh, some things never turn out
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