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This old town ain't been the same, |
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since this old boys been gone. |
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Lord I still got some good friends, |
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but I feel so all alone. |
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All I hear is disco, |
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see pretty boys with high heels on. |
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Well some people sure hate me, |
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an the police dog me round. |
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Well the only place I'm welcome, |
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is on the west side of town |
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Lord I'm on their wanted posters, |
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I cant show my face in town. |
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play this one for south side... |
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Jacksonville, I love you, |
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but you don't want me around. |
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Jacksonville, you raised me, |
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and this is where I got my sound. |
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Although I'm your outlaw, |
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I still love my hometown, all around. |
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ahh this is for the west side boys.. |
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This old town ain't been the same, |
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since your native sons been gone. |
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Lord, I still got some old friends, |
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but I am so all alone. |
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All I hear is the disco, |
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see pretty boys with high heels on. |
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Well you can keep your disco, |
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pretty boys with high heels on. |
