| A one man band on a one night stand
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| As a one man band should be
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| The cried for more, he replied why sure
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| And he played one just for free
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| The sounds he laid down, the songs he played
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| Made the ladies all come to call
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| He was born in the back of a Seminole bus
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| On the road to Niagara Falls
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| I’d do it again, said I’d do it again
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| I’d do it again
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| The one man band philosophical man
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| Didn’t lie when he said to us
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| I seen the high rollers come and go
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| It’s the holy rollers I trust
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| The man said then he was sixteen when
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| He retired from the county school
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| A wee bit thin with a will to begin
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| He was known to be no man’s fool
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| I’d do it again, I’d do it again
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| He said I’d do it again, I’d do it again
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| I’d do it again
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| The one man band was a mighty good man
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| Cause he played 'til the break of dawn
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| He ups and downs about four more rounds
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| And he stayed 'til the crowd went home
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| It seemed to me like he never could be
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| Like anything I’d ever seen before
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| When he stepped from the stage with his ax in his hand
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| And he run through the backstage door
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| I’d do it again, he said I’d do it again
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| I’d do it again
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| A one man band on a one night stand
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| As a one man band should be
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| They cried for more, he replied why sure
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| And he played one just for free |