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I tol' some friends you came from Gary |
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'tho your home was Naptown |
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Last time I saw you was in New York City |
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Leavin' on a Greyhound - homeward bound |
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I gave you what I had in my pocket |
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Enough for candy bars an' beer |
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Didn't I wave goodbye with a low-down feelin' |
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Still, I held back the tears |
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I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee |
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It was rainin' when we reached Chicago |
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But the tears didn't start rollin' down my cheeks |
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'til we rolled into Kokomo - Kokomo |
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No one I know who ever met you |
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Could resist the way you sang an' played |
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None of us will ever forget you |
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We all just wish you'd've stayed |
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To share the music you made |
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Ya tol' me you was gonna stop smokin' cigarettes |
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An' buy a good-lookin' car |
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Ya used to sing about your dreams comin' true |
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We thought you'd go so far |
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I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee |
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It was rainin' when we reached Chicago |
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But the tears didn't start rollin' down my cheeks |
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'til we rolled into Kokomo - Kokomo |
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First time you came overseas |
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You was only seventeen |
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Playin' the blues in Yank Rachell's band |
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You was happy to be heard and seen - |
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Hungry and lean |
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Next time around you was on your own |
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Makin' a name for yourself |
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Now all that's left is the love in our hearts |
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An' some reel-to-reel tapes on my shelf |
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I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee |
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It was rainin' when we reached Chicago |
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But the tears didn't start rollin' down my cheeks |
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'til we rolled into Kokomo - Kokomo |