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You always said i wouldn't stay |
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I'm guess you saw me? before it all began |
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I've always been a changing train |
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And when you think i'm lost? |
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You might forgive me then |
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Thanks for chicago, mr. james |
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And all the shiny suits and all the shiny names |
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The things a country boy can place |
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The look of shame upon your city face |
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And you needed more |
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You picked me up on my way down |
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That dusty one-horse town |
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I won't forget the jail |
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And there's wife and cadillac |
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The sheriff on my back 'til you put up the bail |
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Thanks for chicago, mr. james |
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You've got a lot of grace |
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But you're an empty place |
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The dawn falls hard upon my face |
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I move as i began through fields ___ |
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Thanks for chicago, mr. james |
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That world of grain gold that watched you growing old |
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The things i never saw, i see |
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To think, that i'm still free and i'm not feeling cold |
