| This guy I know was on TV
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| Tellin' people how to live
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| He sure had a lot to say…
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| But not a lot to give.
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| Look, those are real fine words…
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| Step back and look at what you do.
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| You know, it’s not enough to say things…
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| You’ve got to mean them, too.
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| I heard Laurie sing last night…
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| First time in twenty years.
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| She sang me all her old songs…
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| Near brought me to tears.
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| Then she sang straight from the heart…
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| Like all great singers do.
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| She knows it’s not enough to say things…
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| You’ve got to mean them, too.
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| It’s a thing you teach your children.
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| You know they learn from watching you.
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| It’s all in how you do things.
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| You’ve got to mean them, too.
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| (Guitar, steel)
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| It’s a thing you teach your children (etc.)
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| I’ll tell you why I wrote this song…
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| Folks, I wrote it for my wife.
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| She’s always stayed beside me…
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| While I played «Blindman's Bluff» with life.
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| And ev’ry time we touch or kiss…
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| Each time that I say, «I love you.»
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| And every time that we make love…
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| With all my soul, I mean it, too. |