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Jennings: |
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You'd've thought a king had died, |
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The way those people cried, |
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Instead of one more broken entertainer. |
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Kristofferson: |
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It struck those in his trade, |
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He could-a had it made, |
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If he'd only been a little saner. |
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Jennings: |
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They traveled far to see him. |
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Oh, the humble and the high. |
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They said goodbye as if he were a friend. |
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All: |
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Now somewhere he is smilin', |
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On those who idolize him. |
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But would they not recognize him, |
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If he came back again? |
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Nelson: |
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He was born of modest means, |
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And had outrageous dreams. |
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They never let him rest till he fullfilled them. |
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Cash: |
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While he rode that train of song, |
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His devils tagged along. |
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The whiskey and the pills just couldn't kill him. |
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Nelson: |
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He didn't mean to be a rebel. |
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Cash: |
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No the real ones never do. |
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Nelson: |
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They are born apart from ordinary men. |
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All: |
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And somewhere he is smilin', |
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On those who sanctify him. |
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But would they not recognize him, |
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If he came back again? |
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Jennings: |
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But it's an old, familiar story. |
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Kristofferson: |
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But it's a damn shame nonetheless. |
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Nelson: |
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They don't forgive his kind, |
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Cash: |
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Until they lay them down to rest. |
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All: |
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And somewhere he is smilin', |
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On those who idolize him. |
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But would they not recognize him, |
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If he came back again? |
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If he came back again? |
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Cash attempts to sing the last line again and that seems to be wrong and very funny to everyone. |
