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Rock And Roll (I gave the best years of my life) |
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Mac Davis |
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I can still remember |
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When I bought my first guitar, |
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Remember just how good the feeling |
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To put it proudly in my car, |
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And my fam'ly listened fifty times |
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To my two song repertoire. |
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I told my mom |
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Her only son was gonna be a star. |
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Bought all the Beatles records, |
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I sounded just like Paul, |
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I bought all the old Chuck Berry's 78's and all |
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I sat by my record player |
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Playing ev'ry note they played. |
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I watched them all on TV |
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Making ev'ry move they made. |
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Rock and roll, I gave you all |
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The best years of my life |
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All the dreamy sunny Sundays, |
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All the moonlit summer nights. |
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I was so busy in the backroom |
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Writing love songs to you |
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While you were changing your direction |
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And you never even knew |
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That I was always just one step behind you. |
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'66 seemed like the year |
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I was really going somewhere; |
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> We were living in San Francisco |
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> With flowers in our hair, |
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> Singing songs of kindness |
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> So the world would understand, |
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> To the guys and me you were something more |
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> Than just another band. |
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> And then sixty-nine in L. A. |
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> Came around so soon, |
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We were really making headway |
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And writing lots of tunes, |
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And we must have played |
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The wildest stuff that we had ever played, |
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And the way the crowds cried out for us, |
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We thought we had it made. |
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Rock and roll, I gave you all |
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The best years of my life, |
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All the crazy, lazy, young days, |
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All the magic moon at night. |
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I was so busy on the road |
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Singing love songs to you, |
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while you were changing your direction |
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And you never even knew |
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That I was always just one step behind you. |
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Seventy-one and so alone |
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When I met Susanne, |
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I was trying to go it solo |
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With someone else's band. |
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She came up to me later |
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And I took her by the hand, |
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And I told her all my troubles |
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And she seemed to understand. |
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And she followed me through London |
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Through a hundred hotel rooms, |
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Through a hundred record companies |
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Who didn't like my tunes; |
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She followed me when finally |
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I sold my old guitar, |
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She tried to help me |
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Understand I'd never be a star. |
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Rock and roll, I gave you |
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All the best years of my life, |
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All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, |
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All the moonlit summer nights, |
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And though I never knew |
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The magic of making it with you, |
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That I thank the Lord for giving me |
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The little bit I knew, |
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And I was always just one step behind you. |
