| There’s a place outside of Memphis
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| Where I met the travelin' man
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| Preachin' on a wall of sound
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| Built by his ragin' band
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| I saw a sparkle in his eye
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| When I asked him for his name
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| He said Dr. Jones is who I am
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| Are you ready to play my game
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| I can take you to the mountain
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| But only heavens love can set you free
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| Dr. Jones & The Kings of Rhythm
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| Dr. Jones he’s a rhythm king
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| Dr. Jones & The Kings of Rthythm
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| Tearin' darkness down with a ragin' swing
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| Townsfolk wouldn’t hear the Doc
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| And they drove him out of town
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| He’d shake the dust right off his feet
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| And leave without a sound
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| But you know he spoke the truth to me
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| Gave me reason to believe
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| Tell it round the whole wide world
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| I’ll never be the same
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| Well he took me to the mountain
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| But it was heavens love that set me free
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| And he wonders if each trial
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| Is really worth each dusty mile
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| Every night
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| He dreams right through the pain
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| He smiles
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| He knows he labors not in vain |