Lady Sings the Blues
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featuring the new mellow sounds
of our Sweet Sam...

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and His Society Swingers.
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- So until tomorrow night...
- Man, did you hear that?

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- Here we go again.
- Did you hear that?

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- Yeah.
- Sweet Sam and His Society Sissies.

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That's supposed to be us, man.
That should be our gig.

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Do you want to be a sissy?
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Man, here we are, riding our asses off
all over this cotton-picking country...

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trying to win these hicks over,
and what do we got to show for it?

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Zero. Nothing, man. Bullshit.
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Where is that big radio cat
that's supposed to discover us, Reg?

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Where is that son of a bitch, anyway?
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Watch your mouth.
Can't you see there's a lady present?

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That's right.
Show some respect, you motherfucker.

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Billie.
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Who is it?
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It's Harry.
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What do you want?
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Can I come in?
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Come on.
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Gonna be a rehearsal downstairs
in 10 minutes.

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Oh, boy.
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We got a full day off next week.
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I'll be dead by next week.
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I'm taking the night off.
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You take tonight off...
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and, sure as hell, that'll be the night...
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that Mr. Network Radio Scout
is sitting out front and all the things...

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I mean, everything that we've been
doing goes right down the drain...

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because, let's face it, Billie,
you are the cream in our coffee.

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You got that the wrong way around,
don't you?

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We are just another band without you.
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Okay.
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Give me a shot of that bourbon
in my bag, will you?

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Well, how about a real...

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