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I wrote it with a golf pencil I pulled out of my blazer |
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A crest sewn on the chest read "Old Gold Rugby Football Club" |
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Worn at one time by a man, that at one time went to Yale |
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Then he worked a while on Wall Street, until the market collapsed |
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I was in a barroom that was somewhere on the southern shore of Boston |
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The tender of the bar poured me a whiskey on the house |
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I had a love for whiskey, I chased it with a beer |
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I have a love for Boston and I loved writing it there |
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I wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow |
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"Don't use all the paper please and if you could bring it back to me tomorrow" |
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It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loan |
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I had to jot a thought down I came up with on my own |
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I wrote it in October and I mention that because |
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Out of all the months there are I've always liked that one the best |
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I don't know why I bring this up but there are times I wonder what |
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Ever happened to that man I wonder after the collapse |
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I wrote, I wrote it for you |
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I wrote, I wrote it for you |
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I wrote, I wrote it for you |
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I wrote, I wrote it for you |
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I wrote it in an hour so, so really not much longer |
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I put the pencil in the shot glass and I buttoned up my blazer |
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I stepped out of the bar in to the cold October sun |
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I must return the notebook it's not important what I wrote |
