sulphur to sugarcane

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it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, 'cos everywhere i travel pretty girls call my name, i give 'em as squeeze and they shoot me a wink, i buy their hot-headed husbands a long cool drink, you'd better come up smelling sweet 'cos you're a long time stinking, then it's a little too late to complain, it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs down your leg, it's like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg, they'll tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf, and if you take all the sugar you'll end up in the sulphur, and you'll burn in. "hello, baby i'm a pleased to meet you", "i wouldn't do you wrong, honey", "i wouldn't cheat you, honey'", "when can i see you again?", "wrap you up in cellophane", it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane. it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane. and your eyes fill up with brine, because you're drowning in wine, it's like the last days of rome, with the despots and divine, there's no place like home, for a little doll from china, it's a little too late to complain, it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, you can go west to texas, go east to mississippi, you can run out of money, you can run out of pity, throw open your purse, until you're crying for mercy, go to alabama, escape louisiana, i'm digging like a miner, north and south carolina, and then if you continue, you will end up in virginia, the woman in poughkeepsie, take their clothes off when they're tipsy, but in albany, new york, they love the filthy way i talk, as they gargle with the finest champagne, when they can't get the grape or the grain, 'cos it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, if i could find a piano, here in bloomington, indiana, i would play it with my toes, until the girls all take their clothes off, women knock upon my door, in odd and even numbers, but none of them as wild as i discovered in columbus, i gave up married women, 'cause i heard it was a sin, but now i'm back in pittsburgh, i might take them up again, because they gargle with the finest champagne, when they can't get the grape or the grain, 'cos it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane, up in syracuse, i was once falsely accused, but i'm not here to hurt you, i'mhere to steal your, down in bridgeport, the woman will kill you for sport, but inworcester, massachusetts, they just love my sauce, the women in poughkeepsie, take their clothes off when they're tipsy, but i hear in ypsilanti, they don't wear any panties. once they gargle with the finest champagne, they hitch up their skirts and exclaim, it's not very far, sugar, it's not very far, sugar, it's not very far from sulphur to sugarcane