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(Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson) |
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I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909 |
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The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine |
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When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid |
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Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did |
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I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string |
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Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train |
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Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine |
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Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times |
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Round and round a penny goes |
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Round and back again |
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Listen and I'll tell you |
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The places that I've been |
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I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then |
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He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land |
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I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII |
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He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through |
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I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet |
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Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day |
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Not it's piggy banks and gum machines |
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And occasional wishing wells |
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Or laying on a bar room floor |
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As far and wide |
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So both of us can dare |
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A promise I will love and bide |
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That's all I have to share |
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A chance to sail among the stars |
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That few will ever see |
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To feel the deepest missing you |
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That most think cannot be |
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A heart that beats for only one |
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and loves you fast and true |
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A promise I will love and bide |
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That's all I have for you |
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These things I have to give to you |
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Their value isn't much |
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Just things that you can barely see |
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And rearely ever touch |
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A hand to hold when we're alone |
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And no one seems to care |
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A gentle touch to reassure |
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And tell you I'm still there |
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To try my best to reminisce |
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Our dreams that all come true |
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A promise I will love and bide |
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That's all I have for you |
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My promise I will love and bide |
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This I give to you... |
