| I tol' some friends you came from Gary
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| 'tho your home was Naptown
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| Last time I saw you was in New York City
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| Leavin' on a Greyhound — homeward bound
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| I gave you what I had in my pocket
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| Enough for candy bars an' beer
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| Didn’t I wave goodbye with a low-down feelin'
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| Still, I held back the tears
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| I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee
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| It was rainin' when we reached Chicago
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| But the tears didn’t start rollin' down my cheeks
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| 'til we rolled into Kokomo — Kokomo
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| No one I know who ever met you
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| Could resist the way you sang an' played
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| None of us will ever forget you
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| We all just wish you’d’ve stayed
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| To share the music you made
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| Ya tol' me you was gonna stop smokin' cigarettes
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| An' buy a good-lookin' car
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| Ya used to sing about your dreams comin' true
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| We thought you’d go so far
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| I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee
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| It was rainin' when we reached Chicago
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| But the tears didn’t start rollin' down my cheeks
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| 'til we rolled into Kokomo — Kokomo
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| First time you came overseas
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| You was only seventeen
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| Playin' the blues in Yank Rachell’s band
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| You was happy to be heard and seen —
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| Hungry and lean
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| Next time around you was on your own
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| Makin' a name for yourself
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| Now all that’s left is the love in our hearts
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| An' some reel-to-reel tapes on my shelf
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| I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee
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| It was rainin' when we reached Chicago
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| But the tears didn’t start rollin' down my cheeks
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| 'til we rolled into Kokomo — Kokomo |