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Phil, that song reminded me of this one...
Bobby Bare - Warm and Free
WARM AND FREE
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
That's all it takes
To get a hold on me.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
You never know how low you can be...
Till you go into an all-night cafe,
Grab somebody's dirty old cup,
Walk right up to the hot water boiler
And fill that sucker up.
Then you add some ketchup, salt and Tabasco.
Sure smells good to me.
Then sluppity-slup... you suck it up.
It's warm and it's free.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
That's all it takes
To get a hold on me.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
You never know how low you can be...
Till you sneak into a party
On a Saturday night
And say, "Hey, I'm a friend of Stan's"
And you ease into the kitchen
Open up the fridge
And gobble up everything you can.
Then you crawl into the bed
Neath a big pile of coats
And try to get yourself some sleep.
This life ain't swell
But what the hell.
You're warm and you're free.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
That's all it takes
To get a hold on me.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
You never know how low you can be...
Till you go into a bar
And meet a middle age lady
And let her buy you a drink or two.
You look into her eyes
Till she says "I've got a son
About the very same ag as you."
Then you say, "You remind me
Of my very own mama"
As her hand slips to your knee.
She ain't Raquel,
But what the hell.
It's warm and it's free.
Warm and Free.
Warm and Free.
That's all it takes......[fades]
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