| Well, I remember way back when
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| I must’ve been 9 or 10
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| When I saw my very first band
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| Playing a little Dixieland
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| Yeah, I knew immediately
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| That’s where I wanted to be
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| With them boys up on the stand
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| Playin' in a honky-tonk band
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| One of the boys
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| Making beautiful noise
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| Playing with my friends
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| Until the music ends
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| One of the boys
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| Well, it’s plain to see, I got my wish
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| And I’ve been lucky ever since then
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| And one day, I’m meeting my maker
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| I don’t know where or when
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| But I still love the gypsy life
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| Yeah, I’m still havin' fun
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| And though I ain’t gettin' any younger, I’m a
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| Long way from done
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| One of the boys
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| I’m making beautiful noise
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| Yeah, playing with my friends
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| Until the music ends
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| One of the boys
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| Making soulful noise
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| Rollin' down the road
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| Headed for another show
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| Just one of the boys
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| Standin' on stage on a Friday night
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| Feelin' the warmth of the old spotlight
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| Got my guys on my left and my right
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| Said «Hey, boys
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| Make a little noise»
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| Me and the boys
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| Woo!
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| Now time has passed, things have changed
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| I’ve seen 'em come and go
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| I lost a lot of my very best friends
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| And I still miss 'em so
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| And when I look up in the sky
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| I see all of them guys
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| Up there smilin', shining bright
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| And everything is alright
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| One of the boys
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| I’m making beautiful noise
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| Yes, I’m playing with my friends
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| Until the music ends
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| One of the boys
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| Making soulful noise
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| I’m rollin' down the road
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| A-headed for another show
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| Making beautiful noise
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| Me and the boys
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| It’s a beautiful noise
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| Just one of the boys |