| Lonely days and lonely life
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| Empty bottle, another fight
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| Life has given him many scars
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| Spent some time behind the bars
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| Just a man with a pocket full of dreams
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| Just a man with his guitar
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| Another town, another night
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| Another girl, a broken heart
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| But he’ll never be alone
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| He has his guitar
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| The stage is his home
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| Those magic fingers can make you cry, all right!
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| He can play the blues all night
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| He can rock and roll that’s right
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| I wish everybody could understand
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| Those notes had so much to say
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| It came from the soul
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| It could never go wrong
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| He’s been a drifter all his life
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| He’s always following the gipsy road
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| Another town, another night
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| Another girl, another broken heart
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| But he’ll never be alone
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| He has his guitar
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| The stage is his home
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| Those magic fingers can make you cry, oh! |
| Oh!
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| Yeah!
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| He can play the blues all night
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| He can rock and roll that’s right
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| He can play, he can play the blues
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| He can rock and roll and he can blow you mind
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| That’s right! |
| Oh! |
| Yeah!
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| He keeps rocking and rolling all night
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| He keeps rocking
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| He keeps rolling all night
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| Oh! |
| All night |