| Me and Willie played in a country band
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| Seven long years together playing those one-night stands
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| Used to say the booze and bars was going to wear him out
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| «Hold On», a song he wrote’ll tear your heart right out
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| We traveled the northern route from the Great Lakes to Montreal
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| Hitting all the honkytonks, I bet we played them all
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| Willie played to ease his soul and drank to ease his mind
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| I never understood how he played so good while drinking himself half-blind
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| And you wouldn’t think a man so weak could be so strong
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| Take a crowd of rowdy drunks, hush them with a song
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| I’d rather be singing my heart out in a dark and dingy bar
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| Hitting those high notes with Willie’s sad guitar
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| And I’d rather be singing a blues song, singing sweet and high
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| Willie standing right by my side playing country slide
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| Me and Willie watched a lot of dreams die young
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| Plans we made — how quick they fade, fumbling one by one
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| Willie never let it bother him and if he did, it didn’t show
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| You know he had a way of letting go, making the blue turn gold
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| And you wouldn’t think a man so weak could be so strong
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| Taking the blues right out of you and put them in a song
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| I’d rather be singing my heart out in a dark and dingy bar
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| Hitting those high notes with Willie’s sad guitar
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| And I’d rather be singing a blues song, singing sweet and high
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| Willie standing right by my side playing country slide
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| I left Willie in a bar in Marietta
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| Couldn’t stand to watch the man I love drink himself to death
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| Now I’m working in Ottawa and I’m doing well, I guess
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| You know the good life don’t look so good from behind a desk
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| And I’d rather be singing my heart out in a dark and dingy bar
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| Hitting those high notes with Willie’s sad guitar
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| I’d rather be singing a blues song, singing sweet and high
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| Willie standing right by my side playing country slide |