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Jackie's Ribs

1993 Portland, OR



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I was walkin down the street

With holes in my feet
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Lookin' for a place to call home
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A door opened wide
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I stepped right inside
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A place they called Jackie's Ribs

I didn't have any money
But I looked at my honey
With eyes sayin' this ain't the place
She flipped me the bird
And with several stern words
I took the job at Jackie's Ribs

(Chorus)


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I'd rather be a rock and roll star
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Or traveling on an airplane so far
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But I need a buck
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And I'm fresh out of luck
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So I took the job at Jackie's Ribs


Up came opening day
I was barely awake
When they called me up to serve my first rib
It looked like Mc Donalds
But the clown wasn't Rondald
It was the owner of Jackie's Ribs

Ol' Tonya was there
And Tracy'd done up her hair
Juanita wished she'd never left Belize (w/Backup Vocals)
E took a puff
And he cooked up some stuff
And we opened up the doors to Jackie's Ribs

Had a cook named Jerome
Called the planet his home
Megan saw it all as a script
I held back my cries
And served up some fries
'Cause they didn't tip at Jackie's Ribs

(Chorus)
(Jam)

Well it's been fifteen years
And God knows why I'm still here
But I think I might just offer you a clue
Hot medium or milder
Those Friday nights got wilder
Down at Jackie's Ribs



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