Trinkets Bonnie Raitt
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When I was a kid
I had a little record
I played it over and over
Each and every day
Sung by a man
Named Louie Armstrong
Saint's marched right in from my Close and Play
When I was a kid
I had a little picture
And I looked at that picture
All the time
Painted by a man
Mama said his name was Vinnie
A farmer sowing seeds on a really nice day
Mom and daddies get a good idea what your babies like
To help 'em be happy
Like that guy named Mike
Yeah that groovy old man that fixes my bike
Down there on 'Dumaine Street, New Orleans Louisiana
When I was a kid
I had a little wiener dog
I loved that little wiener dog
And she loved me
Spent warm spring days feeding that little wiener dog
Ripe sweet cherries from our cherry tree
I had a little record
I played it over and over
Each and every day
Sung by a man
Named Louie Armstrong
Saint's marched right in from my Close and Play
When I was a kid
I had a little picture
And I looked at that picture
All the time
Painted by a man
Mama said his name was Vinnie
A farmer sowing seeds on a really nice day
Mom and daddies get a good idea what your babies like
To help 'em be happy
Like that guy named Mike
Yeah that groovy old man that fixes my bike
Down there on 'Dumaine Street, New Orleans Louisiana
When I was a kid
I had a little wiener dog
I loved that little wiener dog
And she loved me
Spent warm spring days feeding that little wiener dog
Ripe sweet cherries from our cherry tree
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