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Who draws the crowd? |
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Who plays so loud? |
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Baby it's the guitar man |
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Who's gonna steal the show |
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You know baby it's the guitar man |
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He can make you love he can make you cry |
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He will bring you down |
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He will get you high |
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Something keeps him going |
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Miles and miles away |
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To find another place to play |
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And night after night who treats you right |
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Baby it's the guitar man |
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Who's on the radio? |
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You know baby it's the guitar man |
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When he comes to town and you see his face |
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And you think you might like to take his place |
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Something keeps him drifting miles and miles away |
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Searching for the songs to play |
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Then you listen to the music and you'd like to sing along |
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And you want to get the meaning out of each and every song |
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And you find yourself a message and some words to call your own and take 'em home |
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He can make you love he can get you high |
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He will bring you down he will make you cry |
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Something keeps him moving |
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But no one seems to know |
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What it is that makes him go |
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Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim |
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The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin |
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But he never seems to notice he's just got to find another place to play |
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(Fade away) |
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(Got to play) |
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(Fade away) |
