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Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
It's a place where you don't go downif you want to go fancyfor the folks of the boondock townthey're gonna treat you like a 'nancy boy'.
Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
It's a place where the lights go dim.
When you talk to the ladiesand the bar is where you drink 'til you swimif not they're gonna call you 'baby boy'.
But if you're on the runand looking for some fun
I guess you know what I mean
I think you're bound to find that this old placeis gonna fit you like a dreamwhy don't you come on down.
Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
Down by the docks yeadown by the docks.
It's a place where the common go.
For a drink and a story.
Where the face of the Lord won't showyou'll never hear them singing 'glory hallelujah'.
But if you're on the runand looking for some fun
I guess you know what I mean
I think you're bound to find that this old placeis gonna fit you like a dreamwhy don't you come on down.
If your thi
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