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B. R. Hornsby |
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And he stands at the banquet room bar |
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Looking over the crowd |
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The reunion band playing too loud |
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And he sees his fellow old star |
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Looks him up and down |
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Sees a little of himself in his frown |
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The stander on the mountain |
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Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some |
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About the old days |
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King of the mountain |
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Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days |
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When he was the one |
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And the stander on the mountain runs |
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Let us sit and talk of old times |
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That's what we're supposed to do |
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And you don't look a day over thirty-two |
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Yes we were so funny and wild |
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There's an old friend of mine |
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Says I'm looking back most all the time |
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And the stander on the mountain |
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Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat |
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The town he once owned |
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King of the mountain |
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Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days |
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When he was the one |
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And the stander on the mountain runs |
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King of the hill runs away |
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Oh she's knocking on your door tonight |
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Oh she wants to see if she remembers right |
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Say won't you come outside tonight |
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Alright |
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They drive to the lookout on the hill |
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And when it was over |
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They sat there and looked back |
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Tomorrow was way in the distance |
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Tomorrow was a long time away |
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Nobody thought much about it |
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And there's nothing wrong if we live for today |
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I recall when you filled it on up |
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And you bowed to the crowd |
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The girls in the short skirts screaming loud |
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The stander on the mountain |
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Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some |
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About the old days |
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Big man around town |
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Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days |
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When he was the one |
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And the stander on the mountain runs |
