| Well I’m near the city on the south side at the shore
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| And the folks around here think I’m not just right
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| What, with sleeping in the morning when they’re half way through the day
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| Playing music half way through the night
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| And the postman thinks I’m crazy because I don’t pick up my mail
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| Cause I know it’s gonna be the same old story
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| Final notices and traffic tickets lying in the corner
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| The words are different, but I still know what they mean
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| So I think I’ll sweep the dust off
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| I might even cut the grass
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| And I’ll put away my Springsteen and Tom Waits
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| Put a notice in the paper, and if they give me what I’m asking
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| Fill the car, don’t forget to close the gate
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight, cause tonight I’m coming home
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| Call the boys and try to find them, ask them if they’ll come around
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| Cause my eyes are getting tired and my ears are getting sore
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight, I’m not going away no more
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| It was easy when we started, all we had were cheap guitars
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| And the times we had just won’t come 'round again |
| There was music in the evening, and if nobody was listening
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| Nobody cared, and so we piled into the cars
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| Swimming in the sea at night and listening to the radio
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| And working in the daytime if you wanted to
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| But now those days are dead and gone and everybody’s scattered round
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| Maybe there’ll be someone left to play…
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight, cause tonight I’m coming home
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| Call the boys and try to find them, ask them if they’ll come around
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| Cause my eyes are getting tired and my ears are getting sore
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight
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| Johnny set 'em up tonight, I’m not going away no more |