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Yeah. Lover, I'm off the
gonna go where the bright
lights and the big city
with a red guitar on fire,
She's the candle burnin' in my
room. I'm like the needle, needle an'
Over the counter with a shotgun,
pretty soon, ev'rybody've got
And the fever when I'm beside her,
And the fever gittin' higher,
She's the dollars, she's my protec
tion. Yeah, she's the promise in the year of elec
Ah, sister, I can't let you
go; I'm like a preacher stealin'
hearts at a travellin'
for love or money, money, money, money, money,
money, money, money, money, money, mon
ey... And the fever gittin' high
re, desire, desire.