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Play Slim Harpo on the jukebox Let me go with no shoes and socks Let me go with no shoes and socks Play Slim Harpo on the jukebox There's a place where they don't know my face And the bartender makes good hurricanes And the highballs are a buck-twenty-five And the walls come alive Well, I guess this is the low life But it's where I want to be This is the low life So have a hurricane on me On the front door there's a sign Ain't got no shoes on, never mind Dr. John, maybe he was wrong And I've been in the right place all along Well, I guess this is the low life But it's where I wanna be This is the low life Have a hurricane on me Well, I guess this is the low life But it's where I wanna be This is the low life Have a hurricane on me From Letras Mania