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When LEONARD finally came to California |
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He was twenty-one years old as I recall |
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He loved to write a song and pick the guitar |
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And he came to hang a Gold one on the wall. |
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The town in which he lived is not important |
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But you'll know which town I mean by the time I'm thru |
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He soon became a famous entertainer |
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But LEONARD was a name he never used |
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He was on his way to having what he wanted |
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Just about as close as one could be |
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Hey! once he even followed Elvis Presley |
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And he wrote a lot of country songs for me. |
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But he laid it all aside to follow Jesus |
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For years he chose to let his music go |
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But preaching wasn't really meant for LEONARD |
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But how in the hell was LEONARD s'posed to know. |
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Well, life began to twist its way around him |
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And I wondered how he carried such a load |
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He came back again to try his luck in music |
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And lost his wife and family on the road. |
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SPOKEN: |
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(After that he seemed to bog down even deeper |
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And I saw what booze and pills could really do |
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And I wondered if I'd ever see him sober |
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But I forgot about a Friend that LEONARD knew.) |
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Well, LEONARD gave me lots of inspiration |
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He helped teach me how to write a country song |
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And he even brought around a bag of groceries |
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Hey! back before Muskogee came along. |
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Really I'm not trying to hide his showname |
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Or the town in which this episode began |
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SPOKEN: (Somehow I had to write a song for old Tommy) |
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If just to see the smilin' faces in the band. |
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When LEONARD finally came to California |
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He was twenty-one years old as I recall |
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And he loved to write a song and pick the guitar |
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And he came to hang a Gold one on the wall. |