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Verse:
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I pulled in to Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead.
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I just need some place where I can lay my head.
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"Hey, Mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
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He just grinned, shook my hand, "No" was all he said.
Chorus:
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Take a load off, Fanny.
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Take a load for free.
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Take a load off, Fanny.
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And...  you put the load right on me.
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