Medley: Nothingville / Big Boss Man / Guitar Man / Little Egypt / Trouble/Guitar Man - Live from the '68 Comeback Special

Nothingville
 Phony little two-bit town
 Where nothing's real
 Treat me like a country clown
 Nothingville
 I ain't gonna hang around
 While the doors keep slammin' in my face
 People keep puttin' me in my place
 It's a rat's race at a snail's pace
 Nothingville
 Nothingville
 Nothingville
 Hurry, folks, step right up, the biggest and the greatest show on the midway
 Come right on down, I'm feeling right tonight
 She walks he talks she crawls on her belly like a reptile
 You can see it for six bits, 75 cents, three-
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 Big boss man
 How can't you hear me when I call?
 Hey, big boss man
 How can't you hear me when I call?
 Well, you ain't so big
 You just tall that's all
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 Well, you had her working, boss man
 Working 'round the clock
 You know she just don't dig it
 But you won't let that girl stop
 Big boss man
 And how can't you hear me when I call?
 You know you ain't so big
 You just tall that's all
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 So I slept in the hobo jungle
 I roamed a thousand miles of track
 'Til I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
 At a club they call Big Jack's
 A little four-piece band was jammin'
 So I took my guitar and I sat in
 I showed 'em what a band would sound like
 With a swingin' little guitar man
 (Show 'em, son)
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 Come on and buy yourself a ticket and just sit down in the very first row
 They pulled the curtain then they turned that big ol' spotlight way down low
 Little Egypt come out struttin' wearing nothin' but a button and a bow
 Singing
 Ing
 Ing
 Ing
 Little Egypt
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 If you're looking for trouble
 You came to the right place
 If you're looking for trouble
 Just look right in my face
 I was born standing up
 And talking back
 My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
 Because I'm evil
 My middle name is misery
 Well, I'm evil
 So don't you mess around with me
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 I never look for trouble
 But I never ran
 I don't take no orders
 From no kind of man
 I'm only made out of
 Flesh, blood and bone
 You gonna start a rumble don't you try it all alone
 Because I'm evil
 My middle name is misery
 Well, I'm evil
 So don't you mess around with me
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 Well, I come a long way from the carwash
 Got to where I said I'd get
 Now that I'm here I know for sure
 I really ain't got there yet
 So I think I'll start all over
 Swing my guitar over my back
 I'm gonna get myself back on the track
 And I'm never, never gonna look back
 I'll never be more than what I am
 Well, wouldn't you know
 I'm a swinging little Guitar man
 (Take it home, son, take it home)
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 (Walk on, baby, walk on)
 (All right)