| Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby it’s the guitar man
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| Who’s gonna steal the show, 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 then he’ll get you high
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| Somethin’keeps him goin’miles and miles a day
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| To find another place to play.
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| Night after night who treats you right, baby it’s the guitar man
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| Who’s on the radio, you go listen to the guitar man
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| Then 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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| Somethin’keeps him driftin’miles and miles away
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| Searchin’for the songs to play.
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| Then you listen to the music and you like to stay along
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| You want to get the meaning out of each and every song
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| Then you find yourself a message and some words
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| To call your own and take them home.
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| He can make you love, he can get you high
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| He will bring you down then he’ll make you cry
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| Somethin’keeps him movin’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
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| Another place to play, Anyway Got to play, anyway Got to play. |