| She said, «I watch him walk down Main Street
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| A sweet one man parade
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| He’d tip his hat and just like that
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| Another score he’d made
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| I’d watch the girls all watch him
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| Moths drawn to the flame
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| The money showed, the laughter flowed
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| From the way he played the game
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| He played the game
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| «Some said he was a rambler
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| Some said he was a rake
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| Some said he was a gambler
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| Some said he was a fake
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| But I knew him like no one else
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| A gentleman was he
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| His days belonged to himself
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| His nights belonged to me
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| Belonged to me
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| «And they’re talkin' in the town square
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| In the taverns and the shops
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| I hear them talkin' everywhere
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| Their talkin' never stops
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| But all their words of wisdom
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| Won’t make you go away
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| The day they closed the factory down
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| They had nothing
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| Nothing left to say
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| She said, «I take care of my momma now
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| Since my father died
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| I’m raising baby brother, too
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| The way my father tried
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| His thirty years in the factory
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| Ended in that furnace blast
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| But they settled up for ten bucks a week
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| And the bitterness is past
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| It did not last
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| (BACK-UP: Talkin', Talkin', Talkin')
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| «So they’re moving somewhere else now
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| With their cloths and fabric press
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| They found themselves another town
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| Where they’ll make shirts for less
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| And that is why he said last night
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| He won’t watch the old town die
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| But I would not take what he tried to leave
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| When he told me 'Good bye'
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| Oh, it’s good bye
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| «And they’re talkin' in the town square
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| In the taverns and the shops
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| I hear them talkin' everywhere
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| Their talkin' never stops
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| But all their words of wisdom
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| Won’t make you go away
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| The day they closed the factory down
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| They had nothing
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| Nothing left to say
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| «So they’re talkin' of the changes
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| The closing brings about
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| Talkin' of the hard times
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| And the young folks moving out
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| Yes, they’re talking as if talking
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| Can make everything all right
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| But all the talking ever done
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| Won’t bring him back tonight
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| Oh, tonight
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| And they’re talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin'
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| Talkin' in the shops
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| I hear them talkin' everywhere
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| Their talkin' never stops
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| But all their words of wisdom
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| Won’t make you go away
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| The day they closed the factory down
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| They had nothing
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| Nothing left to say." |