I'd trade all four limbs
For a parade in New Orleans
I'd hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I'd sway in the four winds
Digging a grave we'd all get in
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I'd trade all four limbs
For a parade in New Orleans
I'd hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I'm afraid of the snake skin
And the suede boots walking in
