| 51 phantom, a boolegged man
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| Known from the hills to the bottomland
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| Late in the evening, 'bout this time of night
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| 51 phantom gets to feelin' right
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| Memphis to New Orleans the 51 I ride
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| White lightnin' flash across the Mississippi sky
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| It’s the code of the hills like they’ve never been told
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| Don’t look for me out where the monkey grass grows
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| On down the levy, 'round the bend
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| 51 phantom striking again
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| Just for the rooster crow for day
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| Had me a howl down the moonshine highway
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| Woooo-oooo-oooooo-wwwooooo-ooooo
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| 51 phantom, the seventh son
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| Memphis to New Orleans on the 51
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| Til I rest my head on the coolin board
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| 51 phantom on up and down the road
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| Woooooooooooooo-ooooooo
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| From Memphis to New Orleans on the 51
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| I’m as old as the hills, the hills we run
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| 51 phantom creepin through your town
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| Might find your woman squeak round
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| Got your gallop, your monkey grass
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| Ain’t the first time, won’t be the last
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| Mis’sippi moonshine all up in my head
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| Shotgun and boobytrap livin in my bed
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| Well, you won’t hear me coming in the light of day
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| But you might hear me howl down the lonesome highway) |