| He had a Martin I had a Fender
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| We were thirteen years of age
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| Out back in the tool shed
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| We were searching for a sound
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| Every day all through the summer
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| We’d rock 'n roll 'n rage
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| All the neighbors kept complaining
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| But it never slowed us down
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| We sang three verses of Dixie
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| Can’t Get No Satisfaction
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| Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35
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| Try A Little Tenderness
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| A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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| Turn! |
| Turn! |
| Turn!
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| For What It’s Worth
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| And Long Black Veil
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| We moved out to California
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| Shooting for the stars
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| The biggest thing since Elvis
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| Nothing could go wrong
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| But they took us for all our money
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| And everything else we owned
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| So we got ourselves some whiskey
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| And we drank it all night long
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| We sang three verses of Dixie
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| Can’t Get No Satisfaction
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| Rainy Day Women
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| And A Bad Moon On The Rise
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| Try A Little Tenderness
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| A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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| Turn! |
| Turn! |
| Turn!
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| For What It’s Worth
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| And Long Black Veil
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| Oh he never quite got over it
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| And we went our separate ways
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| He traded in his music
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| For cocaine nights and reckless days
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| Still I knew he always wanted
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| To make one last journey home
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| Near a small white church in the valley
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| Beneath a wooden bridge
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| Patiently we waited on the cold Alabama ground
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| And the preacher he started preaching
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| About our life and about out times
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| The sun was slowly sinking
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| As we laid his body down
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| And we sang three verses of Dixie
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| What A Friend We Have In Jesus
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| Walk In The Garden
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| And The Old Rugged Cross
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| Try A Little Tenderness
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| A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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| Turn! |
| Turn! |
| Turn!
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| For What It’s Worth
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| And Long Black Veil |