| Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley’s Street
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| He’s cleaning up Fat Tuesday’s mess he keeps the sidewalks neat
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| And he just lost his father ya know he just lost his wife
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| And if it wasn’t for the music he couldn’t get on with his life
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| And he knows what I know
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| It’s not all that hard to survive
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| You take the good and the bad and the time in between
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| It lets us know
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| We’re alive
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| Well now Be Be’s singing gospel
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| And down on Bourbon she sings the blues
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| She plays on all my heart strings curls my toes up in my shoes
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| And she knows what I’m after
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| Chase my dreams with all my might
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| She says you shouldn’t be so anxious and deep down I know she’s right
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| Well get on board the rocket
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| Step right into the front car
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| You know life’s a roller coaster
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| It ain’t got no safety bar
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| Raise your voices up with laughter
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| Bring it in with one big sigh
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| Consecrated in the wonder … we’re alive
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| Norman he plays music but only in my dreams
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| Shows me all the beauty that soulful music brings
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| But sometimes he’s a spectre and I wake up clenched with fear
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| But lesson good or bad he always keeps me clear |