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I guess i tried to show you how |
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I'd take the crowd with my guitar |
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And business men would clap their hands |
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And clip another fat cigar |
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And publishers would spread the news |
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And print my music far and wide |
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And all the kids who played the blues |
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Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide |
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But now it seems the bubble's burst |
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Although you know there was a time |
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When love songs gathered in my head |
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With poetry in every line |
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And strong men strove to hold the doors |
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While with my friends i passed the age |
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When people stomped on dirty floors |
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Before i trod the rock'n'roll stage |
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I'll thank the man who's on the 'phone |
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And if he has the time to spend |
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The problem i'll explain once more |
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And indicate a sum to lend |
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That ten percent is now a joke |
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Maybe thirty, even thirty-five |
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I'll say my daddy's had a stroke |
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He'd have one now, if he only was alive |
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I like the way you look at me |
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You're laughing too down there inside |
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I took my chance and you took yours |
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You crewed my ship, we missed the tide |
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I like the way the music goes |
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There's a few good guys who can play it right |
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I like the way it moves my toes |
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Just say when you want to go and dance all night... |
