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B. r. hornsby |
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The scene is set, everybody's in place |
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Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste |
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Pantsuit girl gives me a nasty gaze |
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She says play that on your own time |
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Walk to the bandstand blow my horn |
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Nobody knows what we're really here for |
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Let's take it out hard till they show us the door |
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It's us against them tonight |
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Play the changes |
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Make the changes |
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Hear the changes |
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Take it out hard till they show us the door |
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A girl with a nose ring said to me |
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She said where's the joy in your delivery |
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I said maybe there's not supposed to be |
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Any real joy at all here |
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She sat there with that plaster smile |
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As we sit jiving but in a little while |
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Holding her hair she joined the single file |
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And walked on down the hall |
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Play the changes |
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Make the changes |
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Hear the changes |
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Us against them tonight |
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The owner says he thinks we need some work |
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Got a place for you, got some roadwork |
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Laying asphalt on the interstate |
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Nobody cares and why should they |
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A white girl in a dashiki says you're all the rage |
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My friends and i think you're quite the sage |
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Wear a kofu and a finger guage |
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To see which way the wind blows today |
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Play the changes |
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Make the changes |
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Hear the changes |
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To see which way the wind blows today |
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Old friend dave with the silver spoon |
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Says why don't you play those good old tunes |
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Give it up now you could fill the room |
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I say there's nothing like a good trane tune |
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Changes |
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These things called changes |
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Where do we go from here? |
