| Waiting on the station for the train to stand in line
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| Your head is full of summin' and your feet is keeping time
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| You can’t stop moving while you’re waiting for that train
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| Your body’s pumpin' boogie and it’s reaching to your brain
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| It’s times like that you played your lucky seven
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| And the seven bought the time right back
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| Weaving through the alleyways and walking down the streets
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| Your bones starts shakin' there’s a rhythm in your feet
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| Heading for a place where some friends are hanging round
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| Riding on the yard back to the south side of town
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| Well it’s times like that you played your lucky seven
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| And the seven bought the time right back
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| — Break — Harmonica Solo —
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| Down into the basement the things were getting hot
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| The band was getting wound up people boogin' on the spot
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| High headed honey said 'the lights are getting low'
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| Take her by the hand she want’s to go go go
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| It’s times like that you played your lucky seven
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| And the seven bought the time right back
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven time right back
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven time right back
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven
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| Lucky Seven time right back |