| Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
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| He was white knuckling a diamond ring
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| And fumbling for the dome light
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| Sherry Lynn knows something’s up
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| 'Cause Berry ain’t ever been stuck
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| For words like he is tonight
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| Since they pulled over, her hearts been beatin’faster
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| Without that song, who knows, he might have never asked her
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| Simple words put into lines
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| Just a melody and rhyme
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| But at that moment seemed so strong
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| How can a piece of poetry
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| Knock a grown man to his knees
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| And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
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| Then it came on The song
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| Larry Pearson had a crutch
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| One more was never enough
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| He’d say «I can quit anytime»
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| The whole town knew his name
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| They’d all say what a shame
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| He’s wastin’away his life
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| A strangers quarter dropped into that corner jukebox
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| It’s been almost two years and guess what made him stop
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| Simple words put into lines
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| Just a melody and rhyme
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| But at that moment seemed so strong
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| How can a piece of poetry
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| Knock a grown man to his knees
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| And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
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| Then it came on The song
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| Simple words put into lines
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| Just a melody and rhyme
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| But at that moment seemed so strong
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| How can a piece of poetry
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| Knock a grown man to his knees
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| And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
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| Like the song
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| Its more than just a song |