| Seventeen, down and out, poor friends together
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| When my Dad, proudly made my first guitar
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| We practiced everyday, over and over
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| A dream came true; |
| our star was born in a local bar
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| I can still remember, how it’s all begun
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| Singin' songs together, 'round the fire
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| Oh we had lots of fun
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| I can still remember, it seems like yesterday
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on
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| We had no Buick, no Limousine, but a coster’s barrow
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| That we borrowed, from the ragman in the street
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| We had to bring him beer, over and over
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| One day he said: «You may pay me, when you’re number one»
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| I can still remember, how it’s all begun
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| Singin' songs together, 'round the fire
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| Oh we had lots of fun
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| I can still remember, it seems like yesterday
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on
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| I can still remember, it seems like yesterday
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on
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| Though the good old days are gone
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| They keep me hangin' on |