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the Norma Jean
I ain't no James Dean
Just let it flow, no need to fake it, babe
We can make it babe, if we just let it go

It's only natural, baby
You and me
cold when we're apart
Babe behold
This flaming heart
As the years
Been rollin' by
I've been searchin'
Who had the keys
To the flaming heart
You see
It's very far away 
It takes about a half and a day to get there 
If we travel by my uh, dragon-fly 
No it's not in Spain 
But all the same you
right.

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note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' 
Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 

'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
{And Elizabeth Cotton is a writer of very fine songs
Such as, 'Freight Train' and 'Oh Babe, It Ain't No Lie'
And she wanted this song to be sung by
It's living isn't he moment today
Got down on the floor and played with my little girl
For a little while
It's crazy how much she's grown
It
It's living int he moment today
Got down ont he floor and played with my little girl
For a little while
It's crazy how much she's grown
It seems
And the deputy told the new sheriff, double up my fee
And I'll go get that outlaw, by the name of Stackolee 
'Cause he's a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if
go

Was it cold nights that made me cold
Do the stress increase my hunger
Tell a lie then make a promise
Fish like a man niggafish, hit nigga this
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
{And Elizabeth Cotton is a writer of very fine songs
Such as, 'Freight Train' and 'Oh Babe, It Ain't No Lie'
And she wanted this song to be sung by
Desert highway to a memory, I said that I'd come back for you
By the jukebox at the starlight grill, kickin' out an Elvis tune
Are you waitin',
raid, Bone, we got roaches
And Fonzie can't rumble, yeah
And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble

Babe Ruth was good against the white boys
But he
softly
Used to move ounces through my counselor's office
8 ball in my back pocket but I do not play pool
Play by the pool, 10 10 babe's drool while I lay
had many in her jaw
Probably hit plenty in the raw (nasty bitch)
I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin' room flo'
And yo bitch, I ain't givin' up