| Well there’s a hole in the band and as a favor to Cassie
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| We’ll let her brother come and jam
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| If he ain’t no good, we’ll just leave him right out of the mix
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| But he proceeded to give some tired mules a coupla kicks
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| Two weeks later and brother’s in the band
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| Two more weeks a live album in the can
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| Expect we’ll all be in his shadow one day
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| That boys a writin' and playin' fool
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| We’re the guitar army again
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| There ain’t nothin' that we can’t do
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| Cassie’s brother was an Okie boy
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| Played guitar just like a god
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| Write you a song and sing it too
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| Music so fine it makes you feel brand new
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| Two years later
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| «Street Survivors» hit the shelves
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| Beyond expectation, sounding better than ourselves
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| Just wanna keep playing
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| As long as we possibly can |